Time is a sausage and thyme is a herb.
Time is a doing word but not a verb.
The present divides the future and past;
What could happen next and what happened last.
Black holes, mountains tops or the equator
Force us to make time earlier, or later.
Linear, cyclical, dilation, space,
Pastimes and good times or one moment’s grace.
The time of the season or of our lives
Nothing which makes up these things will survive;
Running and passing and ticking on clocks
Metering out evenings with each of its tocks;
We live in a bubble where time is squeak
But you will forget that this time next week.