These days, we fly from January to July in the blink of an
eye.
Even while producing factitiously formed frolics of rhyme,
which, in and of itself, might be considered a caustic crime.
Sorry…once you get mixed up in a cycle of random rhymes and sophomoric
sophistry…not to mention atypical alliteration…it becomes a bit of a treacherous
trick to essentially exit.
But I will persevere, if only so I can be done with this before
lunchtime…both mine and yours.
Not to mention August.
So, let’s not…mention August…at least not yet…not until it’s
time.
Which is where I was heading with this…again…until, you know,
the desultory detour.
Time, time and more time.
It all comes back to time.
Time and time again.
And I’ve been wasting a lot of it…time, that is…trying to figure
out where it all goes, and why it goes so fast.
Not that I need tell you.
I just did a “time”
keyword search of past stories and discovered…well…I waste a lot of time,
discussing time in some form or another.
I guess I missed my calling as a watch maker.
But I’ve made some progress in my temporal temporality fight, over
time.
I’ve figured out you can’t really worry about it, too much.
