Fourth Dimension

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

Music in the Fourth Dimension - Pentucket Profile

split seconds

manic moments

hoarded hours

etched eons

if you listen intently

in the dead of a heavily tranquilized night

you can fathom both the seeds and harvest of junctures

scorched breath remnants

tire marked reminders

'pon the nape of an outstretched neck of quiescence

speeding off

to eternity and back

barren and fertile

ragweed and nectar

right now and way back when

to live is to hope

hearing faith's background noise

as time plays with its toys

presently

Author's Note

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” - Thoreau