what have we to do with time
we live in a timeless mass
without a chance
to look at the hourglass
the hands of time
blotted out the chance
sifting sand
into our eyes
and history wears
no watches
silence
interrupted only by man's
irregular hiccups
and only at intervals
-- we must save the earth
because it can't bear
its quakes --
the Great Watchmaker
nods in sympathy
closes his eyes
and gives a turn
to the Wheel of Time
but the spokes
get caught in our hearts
still it works
the ever new moment
is ours
so time stands still
without a past without a future
we live in silly times