Rushing ‘long lines of time and space.
A breeze does touch across my face.
Trembling in whirls of time and space.
This quiet rustling limbs displace.
Leaves fall through lines of time and space.
Bright reds and browns my eyes embrace.
Resting in pools of time and space.
Events we think so commonplace.
Traveling farther in time…not space.
Color fades then to fragile lace.
Minds trip down lines of time and space,
This lie of form most all embrace.
Yet truth be known: No time, no space.
And time itself will form erase.
