the passage of time does not exist,

no clock turning, nothing does persist,

counter the clock may be wise,

the sun doesn’t set, only does it rise…

o’er the clouds time is seen by the blind,

we survive it & call it the daily grind,

the transition of time is undefined,

it seems to be of the god’s wayward design…

time doesn’t care about its own passage,

it doesn’t make to anyone a pledge,

the past has not been up dredged,

only the self does this or so does time allege…

© ed – 8/4/11