An Omnipresent Vision

So there you sit one day, today, your mind
awash in something that you drank to keep
you sane.  You think you see the stream that flows
through time, your time.  But high or low it’s all …
all omnipresent; you are god, you fool.
The time you dined with her is all the same
as when your sons were born and when you dreamed
you died, you drowned in crystal waters, deep
or when you swam, not caring if you lived
or like a happy fly, you died.  So fast
it flies, your life, down Oran-Delphi hill
as if you train for something you might win.
As yesterday the music that you fear
is played again and draws you ever near.

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