Parsing Time

Parsing time Along the slope he leant with his caved-in shoulders not standing on end one foot upturned the other curled a shrivelled cucumber sole Which way did the past go past the point where the wind turned tail behind the shadow of curling light or the precession of Mercury If you see your tail swish before any hint of thought could wish How do you know if it did If you didn’t see it topple the intent’s lid Many the whisper of a word will come calling in untrod chasms by the waylaid tongue Whose the nameless parole the lexicographers culled for want of another word or two If time travels in an unflat trapezoid Which way will it be going first Your way My way Or that away Time is not Time If it didn’t travel Time then is unrealizable motion What doesn’t move of its volition is dead Time masters all life If you kill every being on earth Destroy every trace of every particle On earth as on every other sphere In this universe or heavy dark matter Likewise on every parallel universe Time will go berserk Running trapezoid wild in every direction for it’ll have nothing to relate to Yet it’ll be the solitary inhabitant of the Void Calling out to itself to void the Will For it’d have had a past A body to call its own And you cannot kill a body Which does not exist in Time © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2012