Just Give Me a Minute by Josh Bond 

I'm living with something that isn't there
a most mysterious nothing
a construct of my earthbound mind,
unique in the Milky Way

although it is neither here nor there
nor does it exist at all,
it's giving me the hardest time
demanding my life and my money

it latches onto my mind each day
makes my waking hours go runny
counts every second, month and year
a race of my own making

futuristic it's a sharp pain in the throat
with fear, apprehension and worry
about all that has not happened yet
and most likely never will 

obsolete it comes with a blow to the back
fills my guts with guilt, shame and regret
all the things buried by dust of the past
dregs and dross I can no longer change

this most mysterious nothing called time
has superpowers almighty 
it pushes me straight out of my life
I feel chased from cradle to grave

I try to ignore it, find peace in my heart
live in the present now, take a break 
from my thoughts to experience for once
a fleeting moment of bliss

without the stress of future and past
my soul finds the freedom she needs
allows me to be myself for a jiff
if I can find the right timing

my soul seeks her way home whenever 
I manage to squint beyond  
the senseless chase of nothings
on the merry-go-round to nowhere

Just give me a minute to step out of 
this race against the time of this world
so I can live in my own time at last
if only for a short while

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Mathematics of Minutes: The art of triumphing over time

by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

Monastery in space
heights as havens for mazes of haze
calibrations in the circadian

coming together in works of clockwork
so far away either high or low
So far away the eye cannot know
the science of time is multi disciplinary
indicated by hallways of masks

The reinvention of clocks
broken down to a host of dross
burned down to the ground
fallen angels make a silent sound
second hand meets heart beats
minutes divided into hours
hours added to years
multiplicities of absence: No more tears

There is no time and yet: I endure
clouds as shrouds I am here
awestruck by the clockwork construct
paradigms of time and timelessness
eyes closing ink darkness

opening into scapes of strange shapes
putting together a plethora
gnosis of the most profoundly planted roses

Yet and still in spite of it all

there at the window was my widowed soul
not withered or dismayed

gnosis in a pathway of roses showing the way
l took her hand across shadowed sands

hues of gold drifting shifting bold
pages emblazoned with auroras of ink

decisions bringing about visions

May the ellipsis of your life be an arc of art
life is pain suffering light and dark
drops of rain upon a profane domain
through it all the fall into life may you remain
forever beautiful mad and strange
soul child by miles may you never ever change
the time they tell you was meant to rearrange
be grateful for the grace the darkest places

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