i) time & ii) time

The seep of time is the rot of it
The indissoluble
    effable
    lout, time.

Grip out a handful of song & sing
The ineffable
    unaccounted
    tout, time.

Twice the multiplication, thrice
The reckoning
    of sliced
    out time.
Here the impossible union
of spheres of existence is actual,
Here the past and future
Are conquered, and reconciled – “The Dry Salvages”, T.S. Eliot