Moves at the rate of my heart,
At the rate of rotation,
On Earth’s axis.
Earth’s orbit,
Around the sun.
The sun’s movement,
Around the middle of the galaxy,
A black hole.
Supernova,
Galaxy,
Spinning into another one,
Around the cosmos we go.
Time . . .
Depends on,
Our relative nature to each other,
Who gets to that point in spacetime faster,
Makes those in the past yield to them.
As they putter along the highway.
I get to your spacetime faster,
Therefore I come from your future,
My present,
You’re in my past,
State,
When you’re still racing,
To get to that point,
Event,
Zero dimension.
As everything unfolds,
Upon dimension,
Suspended,
In time, again,
I’m,
Really feeling fine,
Why?
Do you want to inject my spine with Earth’s vines?
I’m getting in line.
Compliant,
Sorry for wandering around,
This multiverse,
Like a free soul,
I was born that way,
It’s not a malfunction,
In the hardware,
Normalize,
My time . . .
In space.
When I get there.
Before you.
I hate to say it,
But you lose.