Deep Green Sea

You asked about time, I ask about space. Space is all around. Is space in us too? Are we space? Do we move in space, is space transparent and penetrates everything? Maybe it is sort of a Matryoshka, space in space in space.

And what about matter?

Look into my eyes
and tell me, what do you see
behind the curtains?

Isn’t it strange? We move forward in time. Always, forward. Time needs no momentum, it just… slides. Past us, with us, do we slide on it, in it? Like a river’s flow, unchangeably onwards, always forward. Never stops.

Isn’t it strange? What a monstrous, self-sufficient force that is. Every other force needs energy. Mustn’t time be hungry sometimes?

(If so, what does it eat?)

(Lives?)

Leaves turning yellow
an autumn’s day is golden
even without you

it’s not five o’clock
never mind, it’s always time
for a hot hot tea