Time is a private dream
Constant wonderings of
Was I there?
Faded on the backdrop
Of silent voids
And ginger cats
And I--
I am at a loss for words
What should I say?
Atomic dust!
Iodine candy!
Forty-seven!
No, none of those are right
So I--
I remain in my
Ignorant silence
Drifting through
A millennium dream.