are we lost in our own time.

i wish i could go back in time. not to live again, just to be in unspoiled places. i read about a tribe untouched by the time of the rest of the world in the rainforest that is threatened by encroaching time. the time of death, civilization time. time running out like oxygen, asphyxiating. the time is hard to breathe yet paradise is it could be worse it could be no breath. it's hard to imagine being out of time, difficult to hold in mind we live and die in a place, anyplace, and are no longer part of time, our time, this time. i'm afraid to go anywhere else. would i be more lost in another time? i just want to go in my mind to a time that is not wasted. i think about the role of the dreamer in time. i'm afraid to go anywhere else. i have to hold this place. i have to be lost in my own time. things must happen in sequence. things seem to erupt all at once. time seems to be out of time, in chaos. i have to hold this place. in my time, is it mine, it isn't mine, i have left things behind, scattered things, things held like breath in a box of time. things that aren't mine i have held in time. things i held pass through my hands. in this present age of loss people seem to be more attached to things lost, to retrieving lost things than preservation of what remains. people say all is not lost without seeing what is.