Paradigm Shift

Autumn falls fast,
when it springs into Winter,
whilst all along Winter
is getting warmed up.
And all of this happens
so plentifully fast,
which augments the feelings
of a life moving past.

So fast!   Too fast!
Is it time moving passed?

All of these feelings of failing and falling,
that appear first tied to the Fall,
see time as a thief, slowly detailing,
underneath! —
but atop, pulls out the pall.
Yet time is a number,
its existence is moot;
sans man to engender,
time bears no fruit.
But time ‘is’ a number,
a useful ideal.
Maybe — just maybe! —
it’s to number we appeal,
to the changes in moments
that everyone feels.
Maybe — just maybe! —
it’s to change that avails,
to the reasons these seasons
in feelings entail.
Take the year at its end,
which seems fastest of all;
to look ahead then,
shows time in a stall.
Time is heuristic,
and still an ideal;
to be more specific,
perhaps change, the real.

Perhaps time, a map-game,
using math to reveal
a spatial equivalence
to the changes we feel.

Some say it’s one moment
that’s just standing still —
that change in its foment,
time tries to steal.

Like monads in moments
and different dimensions —
these heuristic torments
inspire apprehensions,
and paradigm shift.

But these are just comments,
and thoughts all my own,
which some say are nonsense,
from thoughts all alone.

Thoughts come to mind
at the middle age drift,
and thereby entwines
a paradigm shift.

Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn.
Revised 30 March 2016.

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