oddnessmostly

What the point is, I do not know. A point is meant. What is meant, I do not know. A point is intended to concretize some abstract. I like some abstract. Concrete scrapes so at times; at points in time. Time may be a pointy product. I cannot say. Time is a thing I cannot grasp. It does not fly, still I cannot grasp it. It is not still. Nor am I. I cannot grasp time. I can be grasped. I do not think that time makes enough of me to have me in its grasp. I do not think that time is a grasping thing. It has no desires in it. It does not covet nor require. It only clings in the form of a nearby star.