Be Times Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Be Times



much has been mouthed of what time's to man, -
an overall matter where age human clans;
a tensile component not to get rid of;
a jug of life-source man is sipping the mead of...

wow! If I (your pardon!)foist in my hashtag:

#time-man

suggesting some ready-mind fall-overs drag
behind which can hardly pervade and persist!
and here we go! Just look through my list! -

#time-dash-man
+ # stuff too weird!

#time-dash-man
+ # time not steered!

#time-dash-man
+ # man's just weakling!

#time-dash-man
+ # fleeting inkling!


my, friends, it's just play, an ungainly pretence...


yet, why do the English address time as tense?


05.28.2020

Thursday, May 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: existence,man,perception,time
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Mere a facile thing to dab at a look of time, and us, inferred by it and eaten by it
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