A Stitch in Time

Forever

There is space

There is time

Running parallel

Lines of the same

Thread through the holy eye

Of THE needle

Somewhere

Way out there

It floats

In the cosmos

Beyond your wildest dreams

Until one day

You sit down

And it falls in your lap

You see the two ends of the thread

Time and space

Delicate

Whispering endpoints

Longing for marriage

Tie them carefully together

Like you’re gonna sew

A living

Stitch by stitch

Every one counts

You sit back

Decide

Continue

But what if you didn’t

What if you never sat back?

Never looked where you were going

With all those stitches

Stitching yourself out

Of the life you were born to live

Stitching your mind closed

From the new information

That can only enter

Emptiness

Stitching

Like a machine

Some brand-named

Down-payment

Monthly-instalment

Better-not-stop

Mechanical

Thing

But we are not

Machines

We are not

Machines

We are the universe

Reflecting itself

With hands

And minds-eyes

Ready to hold

So delicately

So precisely

A needle

Thread

With time and space

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