If nothing exits in order to recognize time— time does not exist.

not *exits— I meant *exists!

I enjoyed this, Tad, because it swept me to outer space to think about what really matters; to think about a legacy.

It’s Stephen Hawking’s mind, in poetic form. I love this one! The line about “the black void of spaces are seams” really stood out to me.

I agree; if nothing can keep track of time, then time does not exist. Time is a theory, it hasn’t been proven, it never will be proven. It would be the same thing if called by any other name. Time is just the passing of instances, which is not the same as time. Time defines, it doesn’t validate. Time is not only infinite, but it is negative! All the small little Femtoseconds that have been divided millions of times would eventually be so fractional that they would be unable to be measured and blah blah blah. I could go on about quantum physics all day.
Ahhhh, existential rampage. Freaking great poem.