These are those times.
Looking now at the stills
but feeling
more like it is movies.
What is this animation
when it feels like a movie?
How did I get
from action to audience?
From an earlier then,
wanting time to go faster
for time to be
just breezing by
without any pace.
So when I was very young
in time, I wanted a watch
to get some place on time.
Later in life,
I wore a watch to be somebody
who needed to be on time.
Much later in life,
I have a watch
and wonder why.
Upon further review,
there was the demander of time
then the collaborator with time
and then
the multitasking magician in time
and in some strange way,
the trickster of time
followed by the classic joker
with time.
And some how, interspersed
between all those times,
there has been
the mirage of time,
the incessant nagger by time,
the grand insistent
nuisance of time,
the damn unceasing noisiness
with time,
the blaring nonsense
of keeping in time,
and the eventual and apparent
nothing to do with time.
Like an unrelenting
flypaper entanglement,
these are some of those,
the timely more or less of . . . .
those times.
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