Am I in it,
am I not? Just now.
Perhaps, reality is imaginable
mayhaps as likely it's thinkable
Is there a distinction, imagined
or thought as a place
at a time
as now
re
al real ever
after, in olden
ways already always as was
being as real as ever, was or is,
as time passes with us in it… ever
after just now, but ever, yet,
none the less, every time
I think I paid for,
whole
at once
passes in
ever before,
just wasted
idle time spent
using useless words…
accumulates as the next while
we agree we whiled away,
informing a real once
upon this instant's
just pastless
point.
Today, redeemed,
stamped used.
These pages
in the book
of life,
whose task shall it be, accounting
using pen and ink rules, checking idling
words waiting
to be recognized, perfect
true meaning common things/
as take some of forever, but every idle
word, each word user gives account…
if it takes forever, fine,
it's still not Hell.
So, really, if every day used, is a while…
Redeeming the time used,
to add a while
on the end.
This may be the inner door on dementia,
and I may be slurring my words and drooling.
Or were you not paying any mind?
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
Am I in it,
am I not? Just now.
Perhaps, reality is imaginable
mayhaps as likely it's thinkable
Is there a distinction, imagined
or thought as a place
at a time
as now
re
al real ever
after, in olden
ways already always as was
being as real as ever, was or is,
as time passes with us in it… ever
after just now, but ever, yet,
none the less, every time
I think I paid for,
whole
at once
passes in
ever before,
just wasted
idle time spent
using useless words…
accumulates as the next while
we agree we whiled away,
informing a real once
upon this instant's
just pastless
point.
Today, redeemed,
stamped used.
These pages
in the book
of life,
whose task shall it be, accounting
using pen and ink rules, checking idling
words waiting
to be recognized, perfect
true meaning common things/
as take some of forever, but every idle
word, each word user gives account…
if it takes forever, fine,
it's still not Hell.
So, really, if every day used, is a while…
Redeeming the time used,
to add a while
on the end.
This may be the inner door on dementia,
and I may be slurring my words and drooling.
Or were you not paying any mind?
Discovered in a stack called September, read with Herb Albert continuing the flow from South-by-Southwest's Malaguena Mix on youtube. What a fine day this is... started with poetry and music instead of news.
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