Round timeline

granted are the lines
Helios casts upon the dial

lines age draws
upon the human face

lines found in
studious books about long ago...

lines that ripple in the trunk
from the seed's start

subtle evidence, these lines,
that something at least has transpired

something at least was communicated...
at least was experienced

lines aren't for everyone,
they aren't for those who
know lines have stops and starts

who know time is more
than vile smiles and angelic hearts...

time is less than true
of what goes on between them and you

lacking truth is what often chokes
the tubular tarts and bloated blokes,

and they spend their time
as they spend their loot
at lotteries and paid toilets

they miss the chance to step
off the broken record
wobbling on the old Edison

rolling past are the circles
lost, eluding linear sniffers

for it is in this and only this
in how lives are spent differs