No Time

Wednesday, 24 August 2011
  • By
  • Jeff Ammons
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  • Poetry

For a long time there was nothing,

although it could have been

No time at all.

Time may not have been,

or it might not

Have been time but something

Else.

Then It happened.

Bang.

Not just bang;

BIG BANG.

Now there was time.

Time for all things.

Things became things,

and things pulled other things

To become

BIG things

until the big things were

Big enough to FLAME ON

But not flame, could not be flame because

NO O2

But HOT and BRIGHT

and the BIG things made

NEW things

And NEW things until they couldn't make any new things

And when they stopped creating,

they started dying

And the things they had made crushed down on them

And some made crazy new things and

blew themselves Apart,

throwing their things away.

But some things kept things

and pulled more things

Until they crushed things into no things.

But most things made things

and things killed things

Until OUR thing was made and

OUR thing made US.

We learned to make things

and break things

and smash things

to see things,

But what ARE things

and why why

and why and WHEN?

And why when?

But HOW WHEN?

We dance.

We dance in time to the beat we feel but cannot find.

Forward we dance and never re-dance

but little things dance

And might not dance the way we dance

but dance the other way.

And why?

And how?

Could we dance the other way

might we dance a different dance

And what would happen to all the things

if we didn't dance the same dance again?

Would they dance?

Would we dance into ourselves

and what then?

How long can we dance

before the

beat

dies

out

and things

 

Spread

 

out

 

And one more time

There is No time.