Yet,
I digress again
And again
On the
Surface of this infinite ocean of thought
A blue whale’s
Breech
Upon distant oceans of lost
And found
Time
Shimmering symbols
Dancing with the moon
Dancing with each other
Just Spinning tops on a glass table
Spinning tops dancing across time
Stories woven of quantum threads
Just tiny delicate stories
Woven upon silver threads
Of mystery
Made so real
When I
Reach out
And
Find
Your warm hand
In mine