Last week:
I opted out of today
And entered an in-between space, linked
By a thrilling nervous system of telephone wires.
You were there with me,
Inhabiting this floating conscious world,
This beach without a present:
Pebbles of yesterday and
Shells of tomorrow.

Do you remember when?
I can’t wait until.

No time for today,
For today is more difficult than either of us ever imagined.
My universe has been extinguished,

Beach wiped clean by miles
And eternities.