Real Time
Time is coming
Coming, coming
From where it comes,
I do not know
Time is not passing
It is I that pass
From where I come,
I do not know
In killing time,
it is I that die
In living time,
it is I that fly
Between the two
is a bottomless gap
A compromise
can never bridge it
I cannot do both
I am one single tap
An unsworn oath,
my life implicit
Whether I flow or not,
time is an instant
A line or a dot,
space is its constant
I now accept
that I am scared
My fear
is also implicit
I will be erased
This is certain
But still,
my womb feeds the digit
Time is coming
Coming, coming
It is now,
as I am here
Katrine 2006
May all your Nows be Here
Thank you Katrine, this is beautiful. 
I’ve been reading it and re-reading it and each time it brings me deeper as I breath the words and their associations.
I have’nt fully grasped it yet, but their’s lots of time 
Louis
Thank you, Louis 
To be honest - I haven’t fully grasped it myself.
And ah…thank God for Time.
May all your Nows be Here