Everyone seemed to enjoy it all... so job done.

Everyone seemed to enjoy it all... so job done.

Outside real time

There is no space

No distance

In separation,

Nothing to reconcile

The difference

Between one thing and another

There is no touching

Edges become blurred

Whilst beginnings are obligatory

Endings seem absurd

When even rock solid states

Are absorbed

One into another

Without reference

To anything gone before

Questions are worth less

Future time is unconnected

The present

An exercise in continuity

The past

Over before it has begun

If life was as unconstrained

As an unfolding dream

Every day would

Be an endless

Dead sleep

With no chance of waking

There would be little fortune

In that.