I believe I foretold it would be as thus:    
Solar skylinẽ̶̱̫̽s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́ ̴̨̊̆͘ͅ and s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́hadow folk    

Just enough control    
to forgo the infinite scroll    

Solar skylines  and corner-f̶̟̾̒ở̴̰͉l̴̩̻̖̈́̇̏k̶̼̠̟͐̽̆
Inf̸̞̈́̀̆î̵̥͉͈̎͝n̵̲̜͋͋ite threads left in water soak    

I /̸̧̨͑͝ Ain't no Slow’bro    
That's just my flơ̶̡̞̦̗̇̇͑ẃ̷̧͉̠̰͛ bro...    

It's the courage to carve r̴͝ͅe̶͖̅a̶̻̍l̷͕̀ity    
Rather than be carved by it tho’ bro    
    
BỎ̴̝B: "Alexander, what is time? "    
He asked me slyly every time.    

I spent a lifetime both dreading and looking forward to his question
.
.Every description failed pri̸͈͋me.    
No absolute, just a c̶o̷n̵s̴t̴r̵u̶c̶t̴ ̶ ̶ ̸ ̴ ̸

We cli̸̹̜͋m̴̡͓̓b̵͈̈́ě̶̢̮͝d̸̼͙͗ in crime.   
 
What is time, nothing without a life to live it.    
What is time, sloughing about applied too timid    

What is time? Food for Kã̶̤̾l̶̪̣̒i, blood-drenched goddess
Drinking wine tapped off the barrel of entropy    

What is time? Pa̴͈̎r̵̢̹̂t̵̝͈̤͆̾icle configurations are a matter of choice, a voice to awareness, a song sung in rareness, a vibe of there-ness and where-ness, all of which unite the tribe like an Heiress.  

Time is saying it b̸͙̪̱̃̃e̴͔͊gins, but also en̶̰̬̽ds
but is it a process or event?    

What is time, another moment we call our own
'till the supreme eagle gapes its mouth and eats our ex̴̪̠̂̑͘p̸̟̎̚erience?  

If we are ******* with time, then that's our time. But if we can separate what we are from the vine of our experience, can we stay conscious when it ends?   ....can we...
Stay conscious...
can...
we... 

What took you so long?  
  




.̶̫͉̼͓͎̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅT̸͇͖͖͍̝͖͔̟̲̤͐͒̄̒̿͋̃̂͂̅̾͂̂͆̔̒̀͊͌̌͆͛̾̋͐̍͑̓̃̂͑̄̎͒͘͜͝­̠̭i̷͎͂̽̀͗͋͑̈̄͂̈́̓͐͂̅͋̇̈́̍́̓͗͒͊̽̉́̉̃͂͘͠͝m̴̡̢̖͕̝̪̱͎̫̺͓͍͚̲̞̪̗̯͕͎̯̹͊̀̈̓­̧̟̼̳͚̗̘̹͉̘͔e̷̡̛̜̗̞̣̳̙̪̣͌̒̇̇̐̈́͗̿͠.̶̫͉̼͓̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝­͎ ̵̡̹͎̟̗̺̦͓͍̓̈͊̔́̃̽̔͛̍̏̚͝ ̵̡̧̨̡̧̺͈̠̼̪̜̟̻͇̬̲͈͉̻͇͖̩͙̹̜̣̠̗̻͓͕̯̗̳̳̣̫̼̱͔̂̿͐̍̈́̾͌̃̊͛̉̄͑̎͑̈͂́͘͘̕͜͜͝­ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅ





For me it was Time    
that took so long  

a lifetime
mining my mind. 
   
At least it Took time  
to not mind mine.  

To bring up treasure that shines    
like E̸̡͚̩̹̗̟̱͙̣̩̬͕̜̯͖̩̬̜̭̖͔̰̤͕͚̱͛̂̈̈́̓ȋ̸̡̨̙̹̟͊̐̄̉̊͛ͅn̴͌̆̾͗͌̀͌̊̂̂͒̽̇͘͠­̰̹͕͔̪̹͈̅͋͛̌͂̈́͠͝stein’s Smile,    



taking a sideline  
with  ̸̛͚̙͇͛̇͒̋͊̇̏́́͑ë̵͖̘͓͖͍́͂̅̓́̚͜͝ equals an mc with a divi̵̡̟̹̲͔͖̩̎̆̍ͅn̷̢̼̠̻̓̄͑̌̈̑͂̏̓͝e mind  
drinking fine wine  in the right mind smoking pine, pine    

Got Stuck on the timeline  
wondering if society Light shine  

on the white line more than the black minds making dried vines  

or if I'm too privileged; Bl̸̡̾̾̑̾indsided by the limelight .   

I know I am here to hold a mirror
2reflect a rainbow so vibrant
even blind mice gonna feel this ~Allied line~    

This clock of mine, each thought tick tocked along.
No puppy mind, no funny kind,
just me reminding with weary mind,

that together in this moment

we just made a song while Stuck in Divine Grime,
Scared Oc̷̫͉̔t̴̶̸̷̷̷̶̶̶̴̵̷̵̶̶̷̴̸͚̱̝̠̾̀̋̎̾͑̈̇̆͐͘͘ơ̶͉͎͔̮̻̳̻̤͓̥̥̈̀̓̃͆́͆gon­ the Study Guide.

It's the courage to carve reality    
Rather than being carved by it  

Solar skylines  and corner-folk  


Infinite threads left in the w̴̺̘̗̜̪̣͎͚͉̺̰̹͊̌̑̋͆͂̈ͅā̴̛̩̳̩̝̞̳͋̒͒̌͆̇̅̀̈̔̈̂̓͘̕͝͝͠t̶̅̏͗͑͛̍̋̃͒̃͐̑̾­̡̨̛̹̳͇̗̦̣͍̋̎̄̀́̕͝e̴̡̧̱̻̫̰̮̘̼̼̖̱͚͇̋͆̈́̂̋̏́͐̀͊͂͒̕ͅȓ̷̡̢̲͈̺̫̗͓̈́͛͊͑ ̵̼̻̘̹̞̫̠̬̤̬̜̲̰͇̊̈́̒͝ͅs̷͍̙͉̟̦̯̹̯̘͑͒̑̌̎̓̍̆̅̾o̷̡̦̱̖͉̹͕̭̓̎̑́̓̈́̾̚̕͝͝a̴̛­̡̧̞͖̙͚̦̩͎̙̬̣̻̼͔͖̙̹̖̀͜ͅǩ̸̡̢̡̨̻͇̫͍̜̤̯͇͓͓̗̻͖̭̤̪͋̐͝͠ ̶͖̃͝ ̷̢̢̧̡̛̲̥̦͍̼͎̲͈͙̞͋́͂̅̎̀̀̐̾̒͒͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨͇͇̞̮͑ͅ ̵͕̰̩̲̗̄͒̌̑̈́̔͌̋̅͒̅̃͐́̈́̉̌̅͘͜͠
and I still don't have the answer

Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll

****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep

Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell

Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe

Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe

Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift

Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
  
******* fornicate zooidal kist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist

Once I swam with brilliant fishes
In overcrowded civic ponds,
And my intellect was gleaming
As I showed it out at will.

But I can’t do that anymore.
My access to myself is gone.
I can’t retrieve the words I need
To navigate my way across
The torrent that is called a stroke.

Helpless creature on the bank,
Now I pitifully flop and
Gasp for words that may not come.
No hope of swimming any more.

No hope for much of anything
But numbness and despair
Tortured by the memory
Of flashing through the water.
      ljm