time is at the mic

time is the hand-mirror handle, 

reflecting self consciousness.

it's not the work 

of the minute or the hour hands.

one's awareness of time

is the grip implied by asking,

"what time is it?".

the frame of reference is buried

deep within brain usage,

as time is referential by human nature.

there is no time without observation,

as innocent as that may seem.

the integrity of being, takes no time.

but experience is liquored 

in the stale breath of time.

no one is sane enough

to not be at the expense of it.

sanity is rooted in time justified.

once time got itself into the gene pool,

another race of us will have to come along.

and they will be viewed as ancient

or the future imposing.

there is nothing about time that is substance.

time is all about frame.

when we gave up on gaze, 

as an existence style

and went to focus,

we became overly committed 

to the dyslexia of time.

we have no healers for this perplexia.

all of thought is cuffed and shackled.

no mouth can fly in a vacant sky.

even a seed of laughter 

can't grow in a timeless way.

we have no sanity for a quantum world.

we have exactitude as audience

but only first hand reports forthcoming.

it's all going to be done in audience-speak

and the speech itself will be featuring time-delays.

how to have a religion that has no god,

is a similar problem to conjure.

the atheism of time only pleads for reverence

but it is in a time dimension of besiegement,

presenting itself as a timely one act play.

we simply can't be the joke we laugh at

and not be in time.  

just imagine in an untimely manner.

there would be no images to record,

no interpretative means,

nothing of account.

all of living would be in the isness

and nothing of there-after.

consciousness would self-absolve.

that you are,

has no knowing of it to be rendered.

'be' would not escape to become experience.

the integrity of being is unto itself,

even though that self would be

the all of manifest, 

without boundaries defined,

without sensory conjecture, 

without anything other than,

and yet, for now,

time is at the mic . . .