The Persistence of Memory

As the time of day goes by,
You ask, "What is a day?, what is time?"
Can one really corroborate the persistence
Of an un-timely memory? 
Ill-fated conjectures of the sub-conscious mind
Overwelmingly evaporates in the space of time
That we, as sleepers by night & day, call our mind. 
Does the illusion of time fill our days with memories,
Or does the illusion of memories fill our days with time?
A desperate attention-span of non-social social reaction,
Though more peaceful than reality, itself.
Memories are dreams with boundaries, though through time,
Become LSD trips without LSD to oblige itself.
Though, when your time is gone & done, you may ask, 
Where is time? Where is day?
What memory is left to persist upon?