Writing and time in the present, daily, and momentary

A thought occurred to me about the meaning of time in writing while I was in the process of choosing a title for this critical book of mine, then I was overwhelmed by a flood of time.. a flood of existence, and cracks in the cohesive beingness, and a dry wave of absence swept over me, creating scratches in memory, so reflections and intellectual associations flowed as never before, and writing immediately took the shape of the fading time painting, and time began to declare its weight evident on the towering painting of writing in front of me, so this philosophical and creative debate between the essence of writing and time was a long title moving along the edge of the river coming from darkness to darkness and between the two darknesses the light of the present.. the sparkle of the now.. the moments' captures, and the burning daily pain..!