time out of mind

we count our seconds

add them up to minutes

mix them in an hour and

cook them into days.

disregard the signs that

point to yes. assess your

need for more days and weeks.

mind your own business and

find your blessings in months

and years. dis-enroll me from

your plan. you have tied

the hands on all my watches.

you are out of time. you have

bound the hands on all the clocks.

you are out of your mind.

we are not made of days…

our souls find their fair share

in the essence of forever and ever.

it is only our bodies that

mark the passage of time, you have

replaced the peace of eternity

with a restless intensity…

an insensitivity to the times:

you have no time,

you have no time left for me.

Instead of understanding, or

even listening, you have elected

to construct your own hell, and

it will be too late to find me,

when I am nothing but your

missed opportunity, a victim

of your malicious matrimony.