Mind
You,
Keep track of me
Space
Time
You
Start
I lay the frays of the continuum
Bent by the days of laburnum
Surrounding the gardens of home
Dulcet smells
Are halfway there
Hope,
I'm halfway there
Like an electron I roam
Relying on nucleons
For my mapped momentum
Time is just a stroke of luck
An original idea. That can't be too hard. The library must be full of them.-Stephen Cry