261. Poem "Now, Tomorrow"

I have you now, today
Yet do I have you tomorrow?
Do I even have my own self?
Or taken by grief and sorrow?
Or do I even have a universe
Of rules to form, bend, and follow?

I have you now, today
Yet do I have you tomorrow?

On the premise of freedom
We chose our own bondage
And somehow I can see you
From my own ends of time.

On the premise of freedom
We chose our own bondage
And somehow I can see you
Now--
Yet somehow
To the end of time.

My friend is as fickle and as fleeting and as ephemeral and as freefloating and as mystical and as ghostly and as enchanting as Terra and Buz and my dreams. It's s if my mind is on drugs. I am not taking any psychotrophic substances. I dream to survive. Dreams are dangerous. They can die the split moment after they are bown. And my friend is just that. Just all this. So I must cling as much as I can while this dream lasts.