Poetry: (Spoken Word) Circular Time

...circle. Like, what if every moment was just a moment to be experienced endlessly over? Effortlessly expressing whichever emotion was the dominant evocation of the subjective perspective of that particular place, in that particular piece of time, and that particular piece of space.

What if just is justice for a moment. That the need to exceed or to be received like something extraordinary has been achieved in every moment. Is a cause to recede from the opportunity to simply be and instead feed this need to exceed that will ultimately leave you worried and move you further from peace.

What if we only have this moment. When every memory is filtered by our own subjective pedigree, everything that has ever happened to you and to me in its own individual moment with its own individual history is just make believe. And everything that hasn't happened yet, well that's simply a dream.

Consider infinity. If we are part of a system that stretches infinitely, then there are infinite moments of infinity. There are infinite you's doing infinite things. Doing them well, and well, doing them shit. Which kinda takes the pressure off a bit, when you take a moment to sit and reflect on the moment you're experiencing, you know the one with the experience in which you're currently sitting in; or standing in; or randomly meandering in. It doesn't really matter the form of the factor. The factor is one. In an infinite sum of moments, this moment is the one… That counts.

And speaking of counting. Why do we so often measure? Watching our watches and missing the moment. Clocking on and watching the clock until hands align at the designated time only to clock off, now, it's our own time but we keep watching the clock, breaking up life into manageable blocks. Keeping account of our accounts. Losing our balance. Looking back at our dreams and remembering talents. All those might-have-beens that surely exist in every other reality of that infinite context… But this one.

That is a problem with our model of linear time. By its very nature, our sights are set so far down the line. That we miss the importance of now. Yet not only that, we get caught up in the fact that if we take in this moment, we might miss an opportunity to act on our futures. And if we enjoy something now, for some reason we get down on ourselves, because we'd set ourselves goals, which dictate happiness in the future. A mandate that became so obscure. Yet still we clock on.

So, what if time is a circle? And every moment was there to be experienced endlessly over. The next moment follows, and so on. Yet the focus is shifted. The mandate is lifted. The marshmallow can be eaten without the clang of a hammer beaten. How would you spend your moment?

What if time is a....

-NFW-