And now I’m there, the future - already
No possible way to get out it appears so
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In this place of coming to be
Endless probabilities is what you’ll see
Time seems to stop as you jump ahead of it
You feel it in your breath and the lack of it

I’m sorry but you are not fit for a poem
sentences in be Because order need to
And some   l e t t e r s   smushed together
Will never truly mean what you are
You and your splendor
To have a chance to make sense
Need to appear and be seen all at once
Like in a painting
So - I’m sorry I can’t paint you
I am no painter
But a word and sentence entertainer

Little coffee cups in the little round table
For you I will always be grateful
Rain making our little window cry
I can’t help but wonder how and why
You and me early in the morning
Thunder and noise as a warning
But always safe by your side
Watching the sun rise and hide
Coffee, rain, clouds, thunder as company
Most importantly
You and me

I’ll do it later
We should not be sure
As there is such Time

We can’t say what time it’ll be

But there is a Time
One last T

I really am
As you may be too
If you feel all emotions true
When you write poems
You experience the experience to the fullest
Even at home you are in awe, like a tourist

You feel love burn more
You feel sorrow hit your core
A tree has a thousand meanings
A butterfly has a lot of teachings
A word cuts deeper
And a flower is a creature

Everything evermore interesting
All colors, all others
All moods, all foods
All smells, all things with cells
All everything everyday
All makes you want to stay
And be glad to be alive