Some of us are but stones among the others,
and to us they are but ghosts.
Methinks we shall never agree exactly
how fast the clocks should move.

Alone with the moon
She hides from me, as did the sun
Twenty ten, twelve twenty one

Emerging again
But from where?
Dimensions unseen
Some nowhere

Exploring again
Are you there?
Nothing is not seen
Know somewhere

Explaining again
Where is here?
Remember the scene
No one here

Exiting again
Was I here?
Time is obscene
Hear no one

Existing again
I am here
And all is now seen
Everywhere