a matter of time

I.

i have the strength of time within me
i have mountains, quiet valleys
within me

the way we are made of matter
we are made of time

II.

time: relative

mathematicians theorize 

one or two dozen dimensions

how limited our perspectives
how are limits
in/beyond linearity?

i wouldn't call this certainty


III.

wildflowers
grains of sand

all the future happened
already exists

all that existed 

exists

IV.

i cannot see my eye

cannot see the self
cannot see itself

V.

branching, quaking,
squirming, shaking,
becoming

what is the all?

the piece of totality asks itself

the lady of permutations

changing textures

as food becomes the body
becomes conscious, 

what are the boundaries of change?

what of change?
in what time?

VI.

time passes 

bodies pass 

relative to other bodies

all the same thing

zoom out

time lapse

same thing


VII.

mountains crumbling, rising sea,
silt layering, eroding

churning matter through

you have mountains in you





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Footnotes: 

The image of hills in me comes from Jesse Stuart's Man with a Bull-Tongue Plow, sonnet 47 (1934).  
The "Lady of Permutations" is from Dante's Inferno, Canto VII. I like John Ciardi's translation.
The images of the wildflowers and grains of sand are from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence."