Time, to you, can be viewed as a straight line
Somehow going somewhere.
Relish in my way of thought for a bit
And you will perchance see how I visualize it.
Time, to me, is a complex knot
Entangled, never moving;
Stuck in the same spot.
What you’ve concluded as the passage of time
Is instead, a single moment.
A single moment that has stayed the same with no change.
There has never been a then, just a now.
The futility of my curiosity towards what comes next
Has only been rewarded by my newfound ability
To suppress unchecked inquisitiveness.
You speak highly about a life long-lived
Based on a metric dictated
By a terrestrial unit of measurement.
It takes the lifespan of a mayfly
To give you much-needed perspective.
You only think you live long
Because the world is full of things that die faster.
It’s just like me, isn’t it?
To break everything down to its fundamentals.
I wish my way of thinking could be described as a gimmick;
That would most certainly help your psycho-analysis.
But go ahead and ask me, the answer is always a constant
Days? Months? Weeks? Apart from herding everyone in mutual directions
All mean nothing to me.
Day and night? Right. It’s a relay
And Earth’s residents are simply taking turns with the sun.
You can ritualize the process of the earth moving on an invisible rotisserie
For as long as you please, but to then expect me
To give it nearly as much weight as you do?
Well, you’re the one who’s always going on about fate
Would it be too much to ask if I leave that part to you?
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: kevron2001