I walked in my mind and still I wore the features
upon my face standing in this lingering palce
******* the life out of  my life.

As if time was non linear in this place. Could it
have only been momentarily swaying like the
crest of a wave I swear its going backward now.

I had to climb out of my thoughts as my feet had
created a gorge of boredom and I swear in that
time unknown drooling down my face.

Greeting reality I feel the wetness and my eyes now
in focus of my surroundings. I quickly wipe my
face,  this line is an eternity that moves no where.

I walk out as in slow motion ascended to normal
time I hear "Checkout 3 now open, I would have been
the next in place... I walk onwards boredom now rage.

Should I procrastinate now?
I really don't know how,
Time to procrastinate later,
Time is our life manipulator,
Yes, I'll write this now out-of-dater,
Plenty of time to procrastinate later.

When is tomorrow?  
When tomorrow comes it will no longer be tomorrow
When tomorrow comes it will be today

What is later?
When later comes it will no longer be later
When later comes it will be now

But you can't say I'll do it today and then do it tomorrow
That would be a lie

You can't say I'll do it now and then do it later
Then you would be cheating yourself.

Or are you

Because if tomorrow becomes today
And if you say you'll do it today
But you do it tomorrow
Then you held true to your promise

Because if later becomes now
And if you say you'll do it now
But you do it later
Then no one can say you're wrong

I sold you my dreams tonight,
That was me hiding in another life,
Somewhere between worthless and priceless,
Eyelids twitch as the torment unravels,
Sleep well and deep,
Fall and fly; run and hide,

Last night you bought my past,
Stories seem so small and distant,
The characters all ghosts of a passing age,
Lost to a dazed fading mind,
Don’t pity me here,
Old stories; float away,

Tomorrow I will sell you my hopes,
Hold them gently; they crush easily,
That was me hoping for the light of day,
Fists clenched and blinded,
Embrace my future,
Open eyes; arms wide,

My heart is yours; it always has been,
Not sold but given away, (maybe thrown)
Wrap it up to keep it warm and safe,
My gift to you on credit,
Unconditional yet fragile,
Buy now; pay later.

"see you later "
                              Is a promise.
      While
                  "good bye"*
                                        Is a precaution.

Her words fell
Like the limbs of a
Dandelion
Departed;
Once a breath per
Echoed meme
And come another dream
With every
Feather’s frolic.

The lips within this
Captured moment
Flutter and fall,
Dismal and drunk,
Like the butterfly prior winter;
An excuse,
And she deserved better.

So to, I’ve learned to meander
One
Simple
Breath,
Be it the gasp, “final,”
Parallel and the very same
She’d blow and blow and
Scatter seed with.

And I’d love her
Just as much,
If only years ago,
But now carry forth,
Lash atop knowing “flee,”
Merely inched
And adjusted winds.

It’s a “later”
Sort of tale atop tongue,
And idea coined “alive,”
Albeit moments before born,
So much closer to
“Never-end,”
Resonant, if only –

Her dandelion’s dream
And soon to be later patches
Green;
Come the grass,
Come the amnesia,
Come the cold,
Oh girl!
Come the day we both knew
I’d leave.

Will of a man, a new world
thriving on her light, no shadow is cast
once upon my memory
The ones seared onto my skin
I still feel her bright starlight shine upon me

She stands in an empty crowd
only out shining them all
no matter how hard I try
she blinds my world
shining from beyond

The memories of her blind my mind
I was born a stranger
no matter how hard I tried
I'll never be able to call her mine
The rivers that rise, never overflow

I am far in the lonely dark abyss
having lived from the memories of her
the world still feels her from nothing
no where to be seen, gone forever
it's amazing how powerful a memory is.

We know that life is 4 dimensional
there are the three common dimensions
and time

what happens, however,
when life feels more like
the square root of + (-E^4)
(E = existence)
in deed

what happens when you feel
(or fail to feel as I would have it)
as if two crucial dimensions
had vanished

what happens when you take away
time and depth

(+note: in the above figure, "E" is "-"
because, two see a two dimensional image
we must often view first the "negative")

I'm breaking new ground
this unknown is being discovered
by my own hand
perhaps as i win whatever
great award of science
for my endeavors
my apathy will be mistaken
for humility

when life has become two dimensional
it's not that you don't see dangers coming
but when they approach, you simply apply
false and forced perspectives
(you have that power)
the saw tooth from the pop-up
book of reality
looks more like a triangle
drawn upon the flattened page

whats more is that it's approach
is either instantaneous or
infinitely slowed as glass
(unbeknownst to many, a time defying liquid)

once we take away time, there is neither
enough duration to think or
little enough to care

upon the removal of depth
everything becomes continuous
a paper, a plane, a plain plain of plainness

without the solitary reference point with which
to mark the other removed

and likewise, without time, depth is stretched
into insignificance

thus, i have renamed the first two dimensions
formerly known as length and width--
for without the latter--
the former are beyond death,
they are simply not living

dimension one: will
dimension two: consciousness

we might see that dimensions
three and four
also have alternate identities
but they are more obvious and
needn't any recitation
emotion and experience
take these away
and nothing has definition
none whatsoever
all points are simply confined
to their own existence

therefore

everything becomes

imaginary