Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i
Killing Time
Plenty of time, plenty of wine, plenty of information
It doesn’t really matter what I do with my time
Great buildings are built that nature destroys in time with a little wind, water, fire
The heavens are having a fine time belting it out
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We await our time or have had it or are having it
Life’s brevity compared to the time taken to carve the canyon
Pedestrians are infinite, times two shoes
I must not now slide off the road into time
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Most men, most times, abide in peace
May you live in interesting times—wish or curse?
Each of us has moved on many times
Humanity followed time here, then snow again in time
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What is right fits the time perfectly, it is all out of my hands
We are nothing in powerful time’s grip
It’s a waste of time to imagine being dead
Time the magic moments to come
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What occupies the time beyond the furthest edge of space?
One peeper keeps peeping in time to a satellite blinking
Your soul is immortal, it exists outside of time. Just kidding.
Every time you ask for guidance you receive it. Also just kidding.
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Promises are broken all the time, to others and the self
Maybe is a long, long time
Yet I find I am attracted at times to philosophies in short skirts, cheap jewelry and eyes lined with kohl
Not guessing any better than they at the time what love meant
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Unopened time slides by inexorably
We’re taking on everyone, one at a time. Time now for rest.
Bump bump bump down the igneous rocks of life, take the boulders two at a time down
I’m killing time before it kills me. Ha ha.
Copyright 2025 Robert Ronnow.