And i realised that our lives are asymptotic ribbons
slips in time and space
interlacing with others wisps of fabric
to form a silk cable trailing off into the dark afterglow of present and past
humanity is this cable
for we are our ancestors as much as our progeny are us
and the deceased are never dead
for they are the roots of our rope
the craftsmen of our circumstance
our past is our present
and the future is now
time, but a pinpoint on an infinite coil,
is not gone or coming

it just is.