Sixty minutes, like any other br Hour br throughout the year, we br br all live & Breath, Love & br hate, work & br idle, eat sleep burp br br fart shit & rot as on br our best & br worst day, unwinding from br br the clock in that ancient br order accepted in br the first, second, & br br third worlds, a tacitly absorbed br imposition on br circadian rhythms & br br munchin', snoozin', pooping, loving br br ~~simply passing~~ br br in hopes of saving an hour of br daylight like a dime br to no IRA, Christmas Club, piggy br bank, nor the annals of time.