TIME, forever, is out of joint.
Which, if you’re TIME, is precisely your point.
TIME doesn't care what you think or like:
TIME is, in fact, rather catlike.
Could be, for all that, TIME is a cat.
TIME doesn't march, TIME mostly meanders.
TIME does not wait for hapless bystanders.
It rushes, it dawdles, it stops, it erodes —
given TIME to itself, TIME often implodes,
collapsing, when apt, into TIME elapsed.
TIME is to space as space is to TIME.
TIME is to life as life is betimes —
entwined, dependent, admixed and blended.
TIME can never be comprehended.
The edge of a knife is TIME's adage for life.
At end of play, TIME leaves nowhere to hide.
Though you sing the song, TIME is NOT on your side.
Time after time
The question of whether time moves in a loop or a line has occupied human minds for millennia. Has physics found the answer?
Does the Universe repeat itself in space or time? Or are we barrelling
endlessly forward, never to repeat this moment or arrangement of matter,
never to retrace our steps?