Separation between Past, Present and Future is Only an Illusion

Said Einstein
and here on a tug-boat
I am a barnacle, what would I know
head-cemented after weeks drifting
through weedy swamp-waters
nymph-wafted once
my altered hydra-forms
passing jelly fish tippling their barbs upward
in a prayer-like reflective pose
the pheromones of my brood
fixed me to this underside

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Gothic

                                                Light the incense now and call the spirit.
                                                Good will triumph in her light.
                                               
Kick those demons. Kick ‘em high
                                               
Buffy bless and sanctify.

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