in time
my memories blend
stirred by scent and sound
goaded by wisps of ancient dreams
visions unhampered by mundane chores
i live in the integrated now where my poems
loom on strings around the corner from the then
and there

#268. tapped

May 20, 2010

not to be tired
but the truth
tells me to travel
in time to tomorrow

passed time
passing the past
dreamt a dream
dreaming time
had passed
into the future
travelling the wave
waving to you
feeling you present
is the now

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