Of Time.

I find myself thinking fourth dimensionally

of wormholes in time and space,

of present, past and future,

of things that are, that never were,

that may yet still come to pass.

I find myself dreaming of being haunted

by a succubus, who visits in my twilight hours,

and with her sweet caresses,

removes all rhyme and reason

and takes away my fears.

I find myself waking in this reality,

where with every second that passes,

minute by minute,

hour after hour,

my thoughts and dreams become one.