Time

And as soon as I learned to tell time

I no longer listened

I was born at twelve thirty in the morning

By one AM I was certain I would no longer remember my past

By one forty I had forgotten my name

By two twelve the ancients had bid me farewell

By two thirty I had swallowed a foreign brand

By two forty I had begun to hallucinate

It's all coming back to me

It's all coming back to me



I met my parents' spirit guides at four thirty

It was they who told me of the sun

It was not what I expected

It only seemed to hint at light



By six seventeen I had decided what I wanted to be

By six eighteen I discovered my shell

At six nineteen I began the process of dying

At seven o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly still

And jumped

When I felt my soul fidget

I jumped

When I felt my soul fidget



At the moment I learned to tell time

I no longer listened

When I began to tell time I began to no longer listen