Time dilation

Time dilation

Time is an extrapolation
A guide to the achievable
Spewing from the navel
Lifelong perpetual extrusions

Progress dresses in exponents
As populations swell the ranks
Of aqueous sacs of synapses
Each ensconced in personal space

Except we’re über contiguous
Interlocking into our tesseracts
Horse-trading dilation devices
Ignoring cellular growth patterns

What change outside alludes
To stagnant surroundings
New neurones echo errors
Unawareness extends endless

Integrated into this filter
Mixed with promises of respite
Are actions seen precisely
And life drawn out slowly


Space flies

Space flies

If time can no longer be spent
What is left to do right now
Whilst contemplating the future?

Accordingly it stops approaching
Until I’ve sorted out my life
And spent all my hard-earned money.

Turning around at this juncture
Opens more questions than it closes
The past can fend for itself.

Instead I cleanse myself of resentment
And pay hommage to its acts
Having kept me burning bridges.

From here then, I’m frozen in time
Until I’ve sorted out my life
And spent all my hard-earned space.

Domestication

Domestication

You’re too cold sometimes
Blinding me to the chances
You’ll ever give my soul
The gentle, warm-handed massage
It tends to want to need

But that may not be it
Or at least not all
What if there’s suffering
Involved in finding out
Is it worth our while

You need a person
And I need a horse
You’re wild and untamed
And I seem capable
Of fulfilling that role

Speaking of such
I admit I have a whip
But not that I use it
Except perhaps on me
When I find myself asking

Those same questions again
Should I stop it here
Although more often why
Would I not resolve this
Like I do other problems

Thing is this
I lose interest
And gain lethargy
In a cycle
Time is but a mediator.