Was it last year? Was it last week?
Was it last month? Yesterday?
My memories an’ fantasies melded so I can not say.
Time’s loud tick on my wrist as
the days fall off the wall.
The juggernaut of space compressing
life into a ball.
A perfect seamless patchwork
A lattice of astral songs
Life’s threads intertwined
with needles of right and wrong.
Our moments are but fleeting
not so the fabric weaved
A perfect interaction,
a universe from seed.
©5.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman