And as soon as I learned to tell timenI no longer listenednI was born at twelve thirty in the morningnBy one AM I was certain I would no longer remember my pastnBy one forty I had forgotten my namenBy two twelve the ancients had bid me farewellnBy two thirty I had swallowed a foreign brandnBy two forty I had begun to hallucinatenIt's all coming back to menIt's all coming back to mennI met my parents' spirit guides at four thirtynIt was they who told me of the sunnIt was not what I expectednIt only seemed to hint at lightnnBy six seventeen I had decided what I wanted to benBy six eighteen I discovered my shellnAt six nineteen I began the process of dyingnAt seven o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly stillnAnd jumpednWhen I felt my soul fidgetnI jumpednWhen I felt my soul fidgetnnAt the moment I learned to tell timenI no longer listenednWhen I began to tell time I began to no longer listen