Hours And Ours Poem by Mike Barrett

HOURS
Are time that is ours.
OURS
Are the facts
We've taken from time.
Time is ours.
Knowledge is ours.
Here on this earth
How many the men of OURS
Ceaselessly run hither
And thither
Measuring
Every event, every happening
In terms of HOURS and OURS.

Consider this universe.
Is it ours?
Do we look at it
As if it were? -
But is it ours?
How many HOURS ours?

How can we
Living in total darkness
Accurately
Measure shadows?


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