Hours Invented Minutes Invented Hours

Existential abstractions
Tend to be boring—boredom
Remains a fascinating
Capacity, all the same.

The phenomenal cosmos
Seems to prefer near-sameness,
Only rarely disrupting
Its tedious, constant change—

You’d think its offspring would be
Happiest in the slightest,
Dullest hours of difference,
And yet you’re easily bored.

What an amazing talent
For such a brief existence!
You have it within yourself
To expand your hours all hours,

Until the wisp that you are
Finds itself in the middle
Of plains to the horizon
With nothing but time to go.