Heart for clocks

this is just something old that i thought maybe someone might read...enjoy,,, or dont :))) whatever you do.. stare not at clocks but at the ever melting oceans.

. . . and to the edge of all things man i pass my inherent burden now having no knowledge in the ways of being, though i will have a name, not given at birth but bestowed upon death. Slowly becoming all things, as all that once consumed become fabled. I now seek my name in the echoes of time with no knowledge of what it is be dead, nor alive

wasting the space between tick and tock

as one would be taking time just to establish time lost, only then to propel thoughts, into a space without clocks

go crazy as the head starts filling the blanks, when the blacks were nothing more then moments

lost in trance meditative moments merely think tanks of the soul tick tocking life away as grip on reality gets beaten into a whole

in a minute theres
a whole sixty seconds
an infinite as long as theres a body init to winnit

now see,

time once was man made

but now time makes men

trapped inside it keeps us as our heads
dangle just behind attatched with string
beyond a farce this is something people need to lend some attention
Until then trapped inside our heads....

waiting for the seconds to end