A hoarse whisper croaking "Listen"
uttered by Mister Time,
his ticking-tocking
mocking a moment
which he steals
before we may enjoy
his hostile hands destroy an instant,
insistant that distance must be employed
over-worked and lacking joy
we walk like zombies petrified
single-file,
our Master Time,
Boss of Loss of
peace of mind and freedom
enslaved are we, shackled,
chained to a clock mocking the hour
of our powerless
progression towards a digression
of present-tense,
defenseless
we render service to the bastard
our master Mister
Time
resembles
assembly line production
of spiritual reduction resulting in
decline in value of the soul
sold so expensive, extensive damage
to the worth of Now
he cracks his whip, our Master
minutes slipping faster by,
a rippling current in time
a sonic wave vibration,
a seismic devastation,
a disaster, Master Time
he forcasts our occupation
in servitude, denied emacipation
...infinite frustration
there is no escaping
the torture of Time
our slavery a constant
unwaivering demonstrative statement,
a binding contract
an abstract construct
of the human mind,
an illusionary document declaring ownership
of our lives
merely,
an invention of mankind
a synaptic glinch in perception
a traumatic pinch of deception
a trick of Master Time
a tick-tock chime
music of a massacre,
the passing of Time
murder of our Master
the death of Mister Time
the evolution of mankind
revolution of the mind
freedom
released from perpetual confinement
defining liberty...
what it means to be
freed from bondage
an homage
to Master Time
