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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