TimeFold

the Present past a glance at the future

"TimeFold"

Unable to sift through the screen that
Time and its henchmen of perception
get paid so religiously to maintain.

I need to bring the theta waves of thought
into this consciousness I bought -
I paid the price of paradise for what?!?
Skyscrapers?
Strip clubs?
Noontime lunchwhistles?
No. I dont think so;
and yet I think so, still,
after all the lessons
Energy has tried to teach me.
I am stubborn as the ego, it seems...

One day, when willpower returns
with the deed to my brainwaves,
I hope it will not find them captured
by the recon-team of routine.

Only Time will tell; See!
Time gets me again and again!

Damn you, Time and your curséd clocks,
circadian hours and second thoughts!
You cant see, save or sort it -
Why not simply abort it?
Leave the pages of years to the logbooks of stars...
Give the present back its presence;
Give the sunrise back its surprise.

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A here and now poem of mine from a now long past.