mornings faster than were seemed  a night before
as seasons are and years
my mind eclipsed and crucified with human times
senses seem
farther removed more down
less low in the groin now
fog mass retained longer into the  hours each day
cataracts and wispy visions
transposed with long lost memories
I suppose time has its purpose  
to slowly decompose

get up get down all the millions who
are gonna go around
this

get high get higher than
in charge of foolish
realms

everything
is timeless

a leaf