Dear time,
Why mock me with your fancy diplomacy?  
Sophisticated incremental mind mapping, deep drilling and well capping.
Silly, I knew you didn't exist,
You unforseen marxist.
You're ticking into transgression, while enhancing our reality suppression, but short lived, faltering amid, conscious expression.
Catch me slightly veering, altogether disappearing, like a phantom existence.
Learning to teach and practice persistence.
As you cleverly slither across my expanding glimpses of utopia, I let my passion hold me up.
Thereafter in doubt I was not submerged and far from looping your faulty number sequence.
A birth a new, a light raised above pretense.
You see, I've built this world of art,
With only my faintest spark,
And to let them plunder my bounty of wonder,
Is ever so defeating,
When it's mystery is fleeting.

P.s. you escape me

Sincerely,
Space