Segments of Partitions

i spend time with time thinking about time gone by and how much time i have left walking around on this rock that is pearly blue also too many thoughts of you so when i say when again it might be in another vortex of time on someone else's watch the clock the f@ckn' clock isn't there enough sh!t on our time cards already! mine is punched by mental midgets who dictate the whereabouts of my giant life by which the hours are like flecks in the cycle of a life trying to be lived with beautiful individuals waiting to say "hello" to everyone and fight this flight of missing persons milk cartons should have all of us pasted on them time makes us all strangers as we all soak in new waters the atmosphere of numbers the nuance of deciphering junk that you keep at the house or purely to discard into the recylcling bin yet love hangs on for a millennia or two there is no recycling bin for this time becomes as irrelevant as a cloud shape seen by one and changed in the eye of another in one second