Time (whatever)

Time is busy
flushing me down.

You must know the feeling.

You see something and it is obviously done with you.
Something you once thought was a certainty,
ends up as certain as overboiled potatoes.

But certainty – such a silly idea –
that something is somehow more real or more true
just because I think more completely that it is.

I deserve to be snuffed out for such impiety.

Or I would, if I were more certain.

Still, I see the things glowing in the distance.
They love me like a foreign landscape
— you know that love is deep.

I will rightly tell them all to go fuck a wall.

And, as for time, that can go back where it came from.

{I used the word “impiety” because I studied philosophy for 6 years…}


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