Time.
What do we know?
.
Now is steady
And in full flow.
The only bit
We get to feel
Is the rush ahead
Making things real
there are other functions
Hidden from our clocks
Not surprising really
Now is the odd sock.
Paired not, unique, one
Forever eternal
Unentangled and done?
Now is at, the end
Now is now the past.
Now can be manipulated
Now manages to be last.
Now is all there is to measure
When light is all we see
Predictably repeating
Like the fractal of a tree.
Or any natural process
Internal gone from sight
We see jumps or pauses
In the growth of its might
Is just a guess
That fits the bigger pictire
Of how unreal things
Work and prosper.
Better than the unknowing
Confusion and fear
Of following the consensus
That they hold so dear.
Time
Is not just one thing.
Our awareness
Leads to misunderstanding.
Pared down to only what counts
To us trapped in causality
Movements add and mounts
Where time takes its own time.
In the space filled with nothing
Going through its forms
There and back just looking.
Could be counted as the tick
And the tock of linear time
©wrennie
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