for humans,
time is a prosthesis for understanding,
as if a false form of night vision
but used to peer into the unknown.
memory is the work of a bystander existence.
it takes the shotgun's attempt
from the sensing of experience's blast
to take in some amount of sensory carnage,
then memory shops or loots for the keepsakes.
all the while, time is salivating along.
cognition clears its throat.
the mind is molars in action.
you'd think that knowledge is food for thought.
and the garden of observation
is ever the provider . . .
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