Next to Time: James Adamson

Time is so close to me
Its movement can be
Mistaken for my soul.
My knowledge sieves through
The seconds and my actions
Are the years of the century
Stepped on as though degrees
Of the earth, the minutes and
Seconds of our globe
Machine to make me a
Tooth in a sprocket
Like I am always in the same
Place and the machine of
Time touches me like
It steals my thought to
Fit something else in
My memory is the energy of
The sun and it drains during
The night
Time is so close to me
Sometimes it’s like
I am just a clock
And time does all the work.