Detime

Counting time, or not, it flies on its own, or it doesn't fly, we can't be sure it flies or not, as time has not been, to be honest,
seen,
we can't touch it,
and what can't be touched doesn't exist,
and the watches and calendars give is only

a faintest hope

for its existence,
the one that flows like blood in the veins, which we can't see, till we get hurt, and we can't be sure the blood is there, till we cut our veins with an intended movement or a chaotic one,

so it occurs that I contradict myself,
as the time

is
but it
isn't there 

one has to cut the reality to see it, then it all will spill out of the pumping organ and will cease to flow as soon as it will detime itself,
and useless will the watches become, whose second hands will keep on ticking, as time
will not be
will not be and will not expire,
cut the reality with a strong, firm movement, movement so fast and fluent, then to paste the cut over with a tape that would say:

"the time has just stopped flowing, count your last hours, if you want to, you can take it into a bucket, who knows, maybe some day you would want to kick it."