The last page has been turned over on another calendar
Another faux important milestone has been passed
Fix the collar on your shirt, flick the dirt off your shoe
Watch the woman with the floppy orange hat throw her
Hands in the air–does she even care?
The Earth rocks here and there in and out of the
Ring of Fire and the Man in Black has passed into
Another plane of existence, singing songs his Momma
Taught him, to a new audience no less appreciative
Of talent and passion–does he even care?
The telephone rings in another room and no one
Hears either end of the conversation though the
Conversants give their all to embed purposeful thought
Into the other’s mind and evoke another reaction,
Precious partings of a company–do they even care?
The clocks strike 12, midnight midnight midnight, and
In another timezone people kiss, people hug, people
Grab onto one another and the stop to fix their clothes
When someone shouts to pump up the volume
But no one does–do we even care?
Can we see Reality and understand Time or are they
Another Illusion borne out of the fundamental disconnect
Between the Rider and the Horse? I play another hand of
Cards with a dealer I can’t see behind a TV screen
Showing a 22 men running–do I even care?
[1/1/1, 1/1/2, original inspiration via Garret]
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