There is the night,
There is the day.

I used
To know
The difference.

The difference
Used me,
Now I know.

Time
Tells
Me
I exist
But
Not how to exist
Within
It.

For time is it,
A linear construct
Of undeniable
A to B.

I have no exclamation
Of exhaustion or annoyance.

I am not young,
So I know,
No one is listening
Besides me.

Perchance perspective
In Missoula or perhaps
Somewhere in ancient Greece
Where the sounds still permeate
Within the rubble

(I can hear it)

Will turn the sphere
As it were.

I see the night
I see the day
I see

So I must believe

Or go

Utterly mad

In conspiracy.