I dream of past and future
The same way I dream of flying
Or being chased by zombies:
It all exists some place else,
Somewhere other than here,
Now.
Here and now consists of pen and paper,
A hot cup of tea,
Cosy slippers
And a feeling of openness
To new understanding -
Layer upon layer of knowledge
Sinking ever deeper into
Flesh and bone,
Radiating out with growing vibrancy
The powerful pulse
Of this nameless I.
