In Eternalland
It’s now o’clock. Again and again and again.
The hands of the clock at the central square of Eternalland
move from now to now.
I’m standing in front of it, in a circle that is drawn on the soil.
I see the future, present, and past as rivers made of light.
All three of them flow around me simultaneously,
tangled with each other.
Unstoppable co-flowing and co-enlightening.
Rotating like our Galaxy.
-What time is it?
-It’s now o’clock.
I move the camera of my conscience above,
to watch the top view.
I see myself in the center of logarithmic spirals;
the bright rivers.
So, this is how being-the-core-of-the-Galaxy feels like.
I move my attention back inside, keeping the parallel
observation from above.
-What time is it?
-It’s now o'clock.
-Again?
-Yes.
I’m sensing vibrations and I hear something like the sound
of gigantic cogwheels; both of these give birth to a…
