It's Only Time...
I
Time was that time was only moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days
exploding into years but now that time has lost all meaning will the second hand begin revolving
through the perihedral orbit of the wrist that strokes my hair and whispers half-remembered visions
from beyond the last horizon of the soundless empty void beyond the last remembrance of the light of
day when time has lost all meaning when the crystal line reflects the whisper of the slender silver sliver
of the moonbeams chasing breakers over time and time is never ending never time to hear the meaning
in the twisted elocution of the rhythm and the rhyme when time is not in time is only harmony in chaos
when the time is set in motion never ending time ending never time.
He looked back at the words with blank emotions running hot against her moist inferno his hand
unwilling to pretend not to pretend and then to understand as if his eyes were never eyes at all but mere
kaleidoscopic lenses reflecting nothing but the shadows of his soul without a form of substance still she
stood there waiting for the moment he would leave his sacred vision of the emptiness of time was only
time and only time was when it yet must be.
Without the form the substance of infinity was lost to endless time and dissertations of
remembrances of time and only time and only time was left to conquer all that was not but is now and
will not be again until the fullness of infinity is emptied and the world in time begins anew in time with
time to share and time to grow and time to kill and time to hate and time is never time at all and only
time will tell what time will never tell if time is ever gained or lost or earned or borrowed from the
moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years when time
has lost all meaning will the second hand begin revolving through the perihedral orbit of the convoluted
texture of the universe unfolding into tears within the walls of blank humanity within the nothingness
which has not and will never be time and never will be time and never will become the slender silver
sliver of the echo of the moonbeams chasing nothing from the form of nothing real but time and distant
dark delusions of reality.
He looked back at the words that occupied the page that once had held the white perfection of
unbeing and time had claimed another witness to the time is merely time and cannot be detected until
time has lapsed beyond the grasp of timeless bags of mostly water hoping vainly beyond hope to
capture time in time but time is not at all but all that was is time and in time will be time again.
II
Is it time she asked and slowly broke the wall of endless time that hung about his shoulders like the
years of time that swam about the universe remembering time when time was time and only time and
only time could tell that time was nearly over and that time was nearly over all but when the time
would come for time to be it was.
Time was that time was then it slipped away beyond the depth of time surrounding time and leaving
only time to seeits passing that could not be seen for only time and time alone might pass beyond the
edge of time and even time was lost when time was found by time taking time to find time to take time
to find time and losing time to time in searching time beyond the time of time allotted to the time when
time must flow beyond the borders of infinity and time must come again but only time is never time
again but that which comes in time.
We've time she said but did not hear the time that passed away was lost in time and never time to
be but time to have been time to remember time when time was real was never time but time's illusion
gives us time that cannot be time at all but time will never tell the time that time will tell the time of
passing into time beyond the next dimension time cannot know what it has no time to see no time to
touch no time to realize that time is not time but that which time remembers in the time it has for time
is not without time or time could not be time but that which has no time beyond the time allotted.
Perhaps it's time he shuddered looking up to taste the offered nipple at the time she stood beside him
but the time had passed and time had come between them and the time was never right for time to
share time in the time of day when time to share was all that time could offer but would never yield to
passing time with timely comments over time when time was time and nothing knew that time was time
but time and even time knew not until the time was set in motion according to the time that shattered
into moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years that
could not understand that time was passing even though the seasons were not timely in their comings
and their goings back and forth in time but only time knew time for time and only time knew time for
time and time again knew only time and did not have the time to pass beyond the flow of time to learn
about the time that time had left then gathered up in time and only time was never lost or found or
borrowed time will never know that time in time will find the time to know the time that was and never
was before time will be lost time in time lost in the search for time never really time at all he said before
the time had come to write the words that time had etched within the eyes that were not eyes at all but
mere kaleidoscopic lenses reflecting time in shadows without substance that in time would be no time
but time that was the time to see time moving in the unison of chaos on the blue horizon of the time we
spent in knowing that the time will never come that time will come as time moves on to time that
onlytime will tell what time will never tell beyond the time that was not time enough to tell that only
time in time will tell us time is come with time to know the time to share the time to know the time that
hung about his shoulders like the years of time that swam about the universe remembering time when
time was only moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years
that time had not remembered in the time when time was never time at all and never would be time for
time to pass or rush or die or score the extra point in time to catch sometime when time was only time
and only time knew time and did not know the time that time would never pass again if time had truly
come in time to be in time at all.
III
In time the time had come to take the time to leave the time to time and wander for a time beyond
the timeless moment of infinity before the time when moments trickling into minutes pouring into
hours rushing into days exploding into years of time beyond the blue horizon of the time we spent in
knowing that the time will never come when time will tell what time will never tell and only in the time
that time reveals the time will time be nothing but the endless blue horizon of infinity never ending
never ending never ending time at all but ending time by never ending time at all.
There is no time she cried but found the time to cry out in the time it took for him to find the time
to find the moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years
of timelessness and liquid motion that slowed the rush of time until the ripples passed away to pass
beyond the shores of time lost in the echoes of the time that time had come to be time for time and only
time marked time and never knew that time was time until the time that time knew time was time to
be time when time could never be with time to share between the moments trickling into minutes
pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years that never were until the time that time had
caused their time to come.
Forget the time she said but he regarded time she took to talk of time as time lost in the time that
time could be discovered to be time as time had never been and time would never take the time to be
the time that time had been until the whole of time had come in time to tell the time that was not time
until the time it was.
And in the end the time was never really time but that which time became in time was only time was
only moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours rushing into days exploding into years that
never were before that time and in time would never find the time to ever be the time to take time that
knew time and knew what time it was for time was not until the time it was.
And time it was that time was only time was only moments trickling into minutes pouring into hours
rushing into days exploding into years that lost all sense of time as time passed by beneath the mere
kaleidoscopic lenses reflecting nothing but the shadows of the substance of the time that time was only
time and time was only blank emotions running hot against her moist inferno unwilling to pretend not
to pretend that time was not that time was only time before the time it was not time and that the time
was not until it was time never ending time ending never ending time ending never ending time....