I have discovered
(Much the modern explorer)
A land of Free Time
Mile upon mile of minutes, hours even, rolling like dales as far as the mind’s eye can see
Where thoughts run free as kiwi sheep, not a care in their hearts as they wander banter and mingle, not a predator in sight.
Thoughts manifest upon the plains, drawn forth to the open by the unencumberment that space quietly provides;
They coalesce, forming brilliant pillars and cathedrals of spontaneous genius, a welcome visit from the mediocrity of
Where time drips hot through fine mesh, permitting only so much percolation
Before it has passed through forever and we are left
Unbrewed; unruminated; uninspired; ever busy constrained put upon.
This time-land I have discovered has but one flaw;
I should be sleeping.