are we measuring time <br />or is time measuring us? <br /> <br />how old is time? where is its <br />head and where's the tail? <br />its beginning if not the end? <br /> <br />does it go in a round or <br />in a straight path? does it <br />need space to realise <br />its own identity? <br /> <br />are we measuring time <br />or is time measuring us? <br /> <br />how old am i? where is the <br />head and tail of this state of <br />being, this consciousness? <br /> <br />is it longer than time? Is it as old <br />and large as the universe? <br /> <br />if everything becomes sterile <br />100 years on, earth will be <br />as quiet and red as mars <br />time as ever goes on, a <br />measure of the unviverse <br /> <br />will time be sleeping then <br />in the bossom of our consciousness? <br /> <br />or will we be sleeping in its bossom <br />instead, waiting to be resurrected, <br />a component of matter, of time? <br /> <br />a pendulum that goes to and fro, <br />to and fro, to help us get a grasp <br />of the universe and its workings<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/measure-2/
