The UNPOEM

time

 is
an illusion
we've been told
just a measure
of how dead
one can
be

metes, bounds
coffee
spoons


still--

if the only
way to
beat
moloch
is to
give

give
give

you might
as well
give
some
time to

some

one

some
time

time---

your
time,
which,
although
an

illusion

is
well-spent
because
the gift

is
some

Thing
thought
thinks
it

can

count.