“
time is
as time ever was
mutable, seething, elastic, still
the glue which sets
us, together or apart
of one dimension or two
three dimensions or five
the still point
the null distance
at center
***
we talked
through slow looping spirals,
spinning across the fabric of time
the hollowness of space
chatted awhile
amidst the chaos and
froth of nothing
through (mem)branes like smoky glass,
imperfect words
forming indelible imprints,
what might be called emotion
or dream
a conversation
