Walking past spiral arms of galaxies I hid myself in folds of a warped
reflected on the morning walls, timeline; deeds that filtered all light out.
Bent clocks, warped doors, stretched arms, Awash in the waves of your G-rays
But your song found me. bathed in sublime warmth;
I see your finger twirling universes out, I've seen your hand pick me up
your lips kiss the flaming skies. in every timeline I've walked.
Which manifold do you inhabit, I know you, time-traveler,
miracle-monger?
Hymns, hushed whispers,
a hundred jasmine buds,
the distant stars,
synapses.