Reading Tom Phillips' "The Humament." This sense of time passing, some variant or contrapuntal "running through" while simultaneously "actual" time is passing. This counterpoint automatically produces an alternate measure of time, including a relative comparison to the immediately preceding segment of time. Experiencing some alternate view of time is complicated because we are so completely immersed in every aspect of it every second (every interval). It is difficult tto keep the focus of attention on a single aspect of it, for example, duration. A book of poems is a universe unto itself, like the symphony, it is a complex rhythmic analysis of duration. We "let" the next beat come, just as it is slipping away from us.