dolphins

Basking in the beautiful seconds that pass by a clock that just tells time, all the buttons in the world miss the elasticity, mechanically separating the the viscosity of the moments in to sterilized peices easily manipulated by convenience. Everyone running around with nets trying to catch the flickering moments, frantically trying to put of the inevitable a little longer, will time continue when the world ends, flowing over rocks and mountians, across stars, and suns. While the rest of us push buttons hoping time with pass us by, wishing we could accumulate it hold it in a bag, testing the shadows for hidden sunshine, time stretches out, condenses pools, drips. no mere clock, can hope to capture the end of her cloak before she flees their grasping hands slipping between, tick and tock. In the forest she heals extents time allowing merciful space to escape the ever present pieces of time, we continue to painfully seperate from expierence.