Time Poem by Timothy Long

It's incredibly easy to me, for as we can all see, never slowing down or sinking, but going up and ticking, never can I stop at the time I want as I age a thousand years to the second, scientists desire the answer to life through time as it is space, but there is no oxygen so, did no one discover through sound how slow and fast this thing goes, was there anything left undone in the universe, has time lost its life, many things to discover but anything left unsaid is quite dead, light years of pain in time is slime, the alignment of the planets show the true of us in knowledge and science, half of blackness and what of space is non ending, rockets and flames get us to space, the moon we got with records to explode not in doneness but in a nature of exploring.