Losing Track of Time

I woke up Saturday with no grand plans and decided it would be interesting to have a little experiment. To lose track of Time. To act as if Time did not exist1. So I moseyed around my house and taped index cards over all my clocks, all my two clocks—the microwave and the stove. Then……

Time

Time is but a phantom A man-made construct A dictator to our Where’s and when’s Running our life Taking our hands And guiding us Where schedules won’t end The sun will rise The sun will set But time does not exist All that once was All that there is Will forever persist Our bodies will……