without being at the mercy 
of an analog, or digital timepiece...

impossible mission would prevail
to differentiate the precise 
hour, day, week, year, et cetera
which thought exercise
came to yours truly id est me
while comfortably seated on an office chair
typing on the Macbook Pro
realizing within in a few minutes
within approximately fifty hours
(at the commencement of this poem)
auld lang syne in-sync
with fireworks will signal
two thousand and twenty six
with a bitta bing bitta bang
whereat complete strangers will kiss
while church bells will clang

ushering in a plethora
of the usual resolutions
such as peace on earth and goodwill
(while gunshots will ring out 
and slay innocent bystanders)
towards all men, women and children
also promises to pledge an allegiance
concerning all flora and fauna,
a worthwhile proclamation
housing all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful
adding various and sundry diversity,
where human population explosion
(particularly within patriarchal countries)
threatens countless plant and animal species

and a healthy dose of skepticism permeates
the nooks and crannies
within the noggin
of yours truly id est - me

foresees the demise
of endangered life on oblate spheroid
courtesy the reckless
proliferation of Homo sapiens

(particularly within so called
third world countries),
who hypocritically take measures
to spay and neuter

routine surgeries that sterilize pets,
preventing reproduction
while offering significant
health and behavioral benefits;
spaying removes a female's reproductive organs
(uterus/ovaries), while neutering
(or castration) removes a male's testicles,
both commonly called "fixing"
to control pet overpopulation
and reduce risks
of cancers and roaming,
yet flagrantly disallow abortion,
(unless ways and means 
exists to travel 
out of a red state 
and into a blue one),
only to encounter strange encounters 
of the third kind tricked out 
as extreme pro life contingents 
trumpeting that seminal 
potential precious progeny 
even at the haploid unicellular stage 
sacrificed, or more criminal 
yet should a pregnancy 
be terminated – heaven forfend)

resort to violence at abortion clinics,
and even suppress 
no matter sex life 
of mine rather humdrum,
or reverse pro choice measures

and even though a celibate 
heterosexual married sexagenarian,

(whose libido took a kamikaze nose dive)
most likely linkedin 
to adverse side effects 
of one or more 
of the nine medications 
taken to ameliorate 
the bane of mental health issues 
such as anxiety 
(debilitating panic attacks 
decades gone by 
upended many academic 
and employment pursuits), 
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder, 
and palmar hyperhidrosis),
which excessive sweating of palms I hate,
(especially when participating 
in contra dancing and joining 
wet as dish rag hands of mine 
undermined any favorable impression 
yours truly – me 
sought to establish 
towards an attractive female)

instantaneously nipped in the bud,
nevertheless back in the day 
when wild oats of mine got sown, 
I could not conceive 
donning prophylactics 
(even though the access 
to contraceptives accessible – 
unlike present imposition 
and outright attempts 
for some congress people 
(mostly Republican men) 
to banish birth control outright

begets notion within my noggin 
to envision living alone 
in the wilderness 
(excluding the wife – 
well past child bearing age) 
(without being bogged down 
into the figurative 
muck and mire 
of the ticking mister clock -
an artificial construct 
measuring tempus fugit)
and discover that lo and behold 
our circadian rhythms become synchronized, 
which yes due to shared social cues, 
daily routines (meals, work), 
and emotional closeness, 
with couples often show 
significant sleep synchrony, 
influenced by light, 
but also non-visual signals 
like shared habits and proximity, 
and exchange of molecules 
which so called "sociodian rhythm" 
helps coordinate group activities, 
though thru a complex interplay, 
and even physical rhythms 
like heartbeats can align in close groups

relegating mechanisms 
that force obeisance 
to an unnatural imposition 
(think Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times)
upon harried styled 
and swiftly tailored 
simple or sophisticated innovations, 
nevertheless artificial constructs 
delineating dependence 
upon modus operandi 
of emotionally, physically 
and spiritually savaging 
break-neck schedules and deadlines 
that only exacerbate adversity 
to the natural propensity 
of the noble savage 
as described courtesy 
Jean-Jacques Rousseau.