|T|he |I|solated |M|oment’s |E|xistential

Ciclical circular circles like slides

Cutting the time to seconds

And stacking the seconds in strands

To join the infinite symphony of the expanse of existence and our plans mean nothing to it.

To view it;

Our eyes couldn’t

The air couldn’t

We could not,

given all we have got

do anything but

construe it conceptually.

Our need fed for having details said and the like laid out in tiny tidy packages, like sanwiches we’ve packed for lunch; they’re easier to swallow. We imbibe them; filling in the hollow void of uncertainty with ammunition to make solid our options, foddered opinions, rations of illusions, forcing solutions into definition, solidifying what is into something rational. Moments are within this pre-formed gaseous, morphing state. Chaos enveloping all that we are, but viewing that fact our sight escapes. Fleeting and frittered away, unreal unless applied, there is no tomorrow for, you see; Time is a device. Each second we survive is measured and without that, Our life would be a memory like an amassed conglomerate collectively so cohesive, it would be nearly impossible to convey. The time could not be given to take, or be on, or to delay. This One less thing we would have, to be truly timeless would lose us so much more for sure.

Certainly exponentially, We couldn’t anymore; save a date, or know how long something took or how long we took to wait. We'd not have a minut minute or timing to make songs. We could not even recognize tense perspectively, so essentially that's why for so long it has had to be

Time and Space.

Time×Space =(equals) That clever sectioning of our span of being, numbering our happenings and today is only a day because we say it is, and with that registering so too shall tomorrow never come. It's only ever Now, but right here and now remember this, or take the time to take through time from this convoluted riff;

That each moment is completely what you make it and as we measure lengths I hope you know responsibility falls on you fully. I pray you take it, and face that clock face we've made together and I'll implore that you try a little bit, exude effort that much harder because you and I and all who're alive made the time through measures that we all measure by. So why on earth should we be alive if only to make waste of it? Fuck this craze of "no give a fucks"! If we only live once Then it is legitimate that this time is our only chance to care, or To ever really give a shit.

In the end It boils down to whether

we "lived a little"

or

we "live with it"

...~sigh~...

-my existential two cents.