It matters not

The dead we carry with us,

their lives flickering in our memories and thoughts;

those that could come waver on the precipice of existence

- phantoms pleading us

to give them life and blood to flow inside veins

through our days.

The past and the future connect in us,

the past before us and after us,

the future before us and after us,

and whether we are dead, living or yet unborn

matters not, for

for time all points are the same.

10.08.2016