lied to us about time.
have time on our hands,
only the scars left by our grasping at its unscalable cliffs.
not up, nor on our side.
It moves away from us
into the unknowable future
and the unredeemable past.
Time is not short: it is as long as memory.
not money. We cannot
save time, only spend it differently,
is not running out.
We have too much of it. Our doctors know
too much time will kill us all at last.
always comes. It’s about time
somebody did something about time.