Ab Aeterno

from the very
start of time
i've waited
patient-
ly, laying
on my back
looking up
not looking
back lest i
turn to a
pillar of
salt or
other-
wise.

men who
were tired?
heh. yeah,
that too,
i imagine -
i imagine so
many things.

and is it good for
time to rush past or
is it better for time
to leisurely stroll thru
your life? i think the latter
is better and the former is
caused by looking toward
the end point too much,
ya know? i think the
realization hits
me slowly that
time change
can be con-
trolled if
you're (not)
careful and
from the
beginning
of time i've
waited and whistled
and bided my time
patiently waiting
and now the sun's
shadows on the wall
slow to a crawl and
the moment stretches
out forever - on some
days only - for who
can stand the joy
(the total joy)
of being all
the time
every
second
of every day?

time moves -
somedays this way
somedays that way
time moves,
though.

and as i write
i find my eyes
drooping, my
lids slowly
closing as
i imagine
a world
not as
mundane,
not as
lonely
not as
phony.

and with
time i'm
sure this
glimpse i'm
seeing will
do nothing
but expand.