I live in a time
Survivor, I am, in a thrive
Multitude is my being
Once, mayhap, for a thousand time
I visit the past
I dine with the future
I'm living in a limbo
My soul is a dweller of margins
I harbour a mind of trance
I'm a dawn that fogs
I'm a height that never falls
I'm ashes with no burn
I'm silence; the passage of time
I'm a voice; my echo quakes
I'm morrow; I never die
I'm existential; I shape my image
I'm an art; a chronological musing
I'm Amazon, I flow non-stop
I'm Atacama, my sky never cries
I'm Canaan, I'm old as time
I'm Rainbow, I'm a colour of sevens
I'm love, I bridge hearts
I'm time; the reason we say bye
I recollect centuries ago
I'm in thousands years to come
I create a memory, not a moment
On a summer night, in a winter bed
With spring water, on autumn leaves
I recount my living in ten thousand ways.