"black bird singing in the dead of night"

Time, tIme, tiMe, timE, TIME.
how can we mark time?
will we mark time
by the conventional methods
that our age proclaims?
the time on our
watches,
clocks
and cell phones?
or should we measure time
by moments defined
in our lives
that brought a divide?
perhaps we should measure time
by the amount of songs
that have moved our hearts
or the beautiful sunsets
we have seen.
perhaps we are wrong about the thing.
maybe time is
the greatest illusion
we have ever believed.
in which case,
everything could be happening
all at once
right now.