There’s time in oil and time in dirt. More time in oil or in dirt?

(Washing it off. Burning it off.)

More time in sunlight or in sunburn? (Peeling it off.)

More time in our conversations with the living or recordings of the dead?

Cross from one side to the other.

There’s time in waves, in the froth of the waves, rolling unseen currents of the deep.

More time in waves, in froth (as it disperses), or distilled in cold black depths?

We shall turn and look.