Time! Man’s Greatest Deception

Time! Can such a thing be more than a child’s rhyme?
Deep in the dwelling places of Reason, man
Creates Time as an illusion. Fantasy allows us to call upon Time,
To know to go, to know to stop. Life is as immeasurable as sand.
There is no before or now or even the yet to be!
Man creates Time like a pet to be his eyes, better his world to see.
Time unfolds man to rule constraining forces, to trust-to believe
That whatever space he occupies, he shall not be deceived.
Prophets, and Messiahs, and Kings augment for billions Time’s role,
Securing its grip, forcing them to follow the rules of Time as told.
Innovation’s deception is the soul of Time–man’s greatest invention.
The grip is strong; Reason’s pang proves man’s greatest deception.
What then shall we call our engagements within the place of space?
There are no words of meaning to signify man’s true knowing of place.
Olympic swimmers we are, within a complete infinite universe,
With unimaginable cosmic expanses so simply, deliciously diverse.
We swim the laps of eons, each stroke a separate, yet connected life.
Back and forth we go, living the eternal with unremembered strife.
Time is an illusory gift of the impenetrable, unapproachable divine.
Existence is forever living, living, and living the eternal sublime.