STUMBLED HERE FROM CHILDHOOD

i know

TIME

is a precious premium/it always is

and

i always try to KEEP it 

but its obvious and relentless

in the changing skies and the hurtling clocks

and 

i should always plan some/somehow/to do something someday.

but

i always think 

stubborn anger and mean derision and static inaction 

will keep it/slow it/let me hold it

for SPACE to think in/always waiting 

for the IDEA to suddenly come.

that’s

my standard refuge/an eternal quiet sunday afternoon

is where i landed

after

stumbling 

here

from childhood.