Time flows down.
Its source
remains
forgotten.
It becomes
everything:
the star
lighting
at the center,
a gemstone planet with a mirroring moon,
the blue liquid which washes its surface,
the stream of melting ice
that,
in its habitual path,
reassures the bank
of a river.
It is also the space containing it all,
and all moments chained by causes and effects.
I am a river.
I mold the current of time
with my habits,
making time
dance
my existence.