Time
The best part of forever is now.
Daylight breaks this terrible mess of ladder climbing.
There is already too much clock within a day. Dissolve space as occupation. Destroy the year; that structured cycle of psychological achievemetn. I have so much time in which to die.
No moment is return from all arriving to. Even memories assert themselves positively forwards. A forward shaping consciousness projecting itself onto imagination.
The other throws time over you: diachronic.