I believe at some point in time
the point in time itself will disappear,
which means be prepared to flow (google therefore Panta Rhei),
or the point remains and time stops (forget what you just have googled then) –
therefore, I hope you do something you really love,
because no one knows what happens
if that happens. Being frozen? Waking up?
Plucking flowers would be nice though
or hugging your grandpa before he dies.
Oh – does he still die then?
Hey, what do death and decay do without past and future?
I always wanted to trick celestial authorities!
Imagine Grim Reaper being doomed to the power of Now –
I’m quite sure he would get a nice suntan.
As I am the philosopher in this poem, I use magic power,
which means I simply keep flowing when time stops.
Too absurd? Have a look at Salvador Dali and his paintings!
He inspired me to write this stuff.
Let‘s have a look then: It would be very likely
to catch my neighbors from downstairs being frozen in the position of 69.
Nothing unusual, only he is 86 and his boyfriend 28;
probably they love *** better than mathematics.
(To find some philosophical content here, google Pythagoras).
Martha, my neighbour from upstairs, could be snapshot
finding typing-errors in modern poetry. She lacks humour.
I am glad she’s frozen, because she would find tons of errors in mine.
A Canadian, who recently moved in, will be found in raptures. Must be in love.
End of lesson #1.