Poem By Gregory Crockatt
Shattered hourglass, fragmented time,
sixty, twelve, where does it go, money,
cycles unnatural and nonsensical, numbing,
break free! step off that path into the trees.
Remember what it was like here?
Serene inviting warmth and love,
reaching out from every direction,
padding and providing soft everything.
Thirteen Twenty, cyclical time, nonlinear loop,
Concurrent consistency, laughing all the way,
don't wait for someone to do it for you,
it's there, time as a frequency, the Mayans knew..