This poem is also featured in a book years and years and years in the making…

Minute is moments in time in Moment’s “is” Minute.
To frame time in “Minute” is minute in time frame too.
I hold time in minutes in time. Hold I
the numbers of hours. Pass by. Pass hours of numbers. The
mediocrity! In times of contemplation of times in mediocrity,
minutes become hours and days and hours become minutes.
Remember? Too many times when I am full, wonder I,
“Wonderful am I when time’s many to remember.”
Mathematically speaking, time is time speaking mathematically.
Yet, two hours times four equals the eight only if minutes,
if only, ate the equals, for time’s ours too, Yet…
However I am, ask me. Ask, am I ever? How?
Am I minute time? Minute I am!
Contemplate contemplation. Contemplate!
Wait. I, if time I am not, am I time if I wait?


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