Time, elusive and intangible
A force that rules all things imaginable
It flows like a river, never ceasing
A relentless march, never easing

It ticks away, second by second
An unstoppable force, never reckoned
It waits for no one, never pausing
A constant reminder, always causing

We try to catch it, to hold it still
But time slips away, against our will
It takes with it memories and moments
A cruel thief, always in motion

We measure it with clocks and calendars
A never-ending race, with no winners
It binds us to the past, and the future too
A constant reminder, of what we must do

We chase it, we curse it, we try to control
But time marches on, with its own goal
We must learn to live, in the moment we're given
For time is a gift, that never stops giving.

how I know we will make love someday / primal2

whatever you think of overwhelming distance,
thick black lined international boundaries,
no Westerly wind, snow binding, winter blinding, can forbid
the innate desired connectivity, the eye locking messaging,
the shared shards of losses cumulative, that we alone can relieve/repair

I will travel by jetliner, car, to unpack you from snowdrifts,
write quatrains upon your eyes, elegies on your lips,
epic poems using every body space possess-able, asking for nothing
in return, for living is hard enough, no need for quid pro quo bargaining

do not ask what am I to you, resist classification, place me not,
no slot, no rowed field, under closed eyes remember, recall,
better the butter of love and loss, which I’ll take and also leave,
summer spreads and relishes kitchen canned for next year’s winter

did you know, of course not, my name is Mordecai,^ the same who,
was Vizier to Darius and Xerxes I, meaning pure myrrh and
master of languages, but this is not the time/place, my secrets two,
to give away, and yet forbear, you may ask questions that no sensible human answers
honestly

but I have, and will do so again, against all odds, we will
compose original numbers, all prime, all natural occurring,
divisible, yes, but  only by the number itself and the number 1,
1,
a number that answers:

the equation, the prime ideal,
why only 1 + 1 equals:

primal 2

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it takes one to create two