Sixteen Hours

Of all the hours in the day, Twenty-four, come soon. What if the time is not time itself, Neither here nor there, that's left.

Momentary lapses, entwined fourth, Opposing realms merge and birth. Forty-eight pauses whisper back, Longing of the past, presently belonging.

A flowing stance, moving romance, Possibility stretched in surely, dance. Beyond the known, Embracing time in the unknown.