I keep calling back through the back of my head
Back to time behind me
Inside me
Back to time
Back to the people in my times
Back to the times I once lived
Time faces me
A blurred smear of vague shapes half remembered
Voices,
Identities
Insanely scrambling
Itching at itself for names and places
Then fades
Backward
Farther into the back of my head
Back times far behind me
Whispering a jumble of voices all meaning
Time don’t want you
Time don’t need you
You don’t need time
Times all done with you
don’t look here no more
look in the middle
Centered
Now look forward
Because time is done with you
And time don’t need you
Time begins in the middle
Now flows forward
Step by step
Thought by thought
Forward
Creating time
Falling back into the back of my head.