planes circle
a constant rumble
i only notice
when it stops

i lost track
of time
as a concept
when i realized
i couldn’t be
late to an
arbitrary event
time doesn’t
flow anywhere
it doesn’t exist
in any form our
fragile minds
can comprehend

expiration dates
are merely guesses
at how long it will
take bacteria to
break something down
given a set of
standard circumstances
not a guarantee but
an estimation

time doesn’t lead
to our grand demise
the fuse it lit
when the sperm
fertilizes the egg
an illusionary hourglass
is flipped setting
a series of genetic
markers into action
stamping eventual
cellular decay

i listen to the planes
lost in mildewed remembrance
ticktickticking down
imaginary moments of bliss