Background on the New Ways

In the end it’s not that time does not
Exist.
           It’s I do not – except in
Recognizable ways,
                        Like mirrors are
Illusion.
                I become the skunk grass,
The bee graffiti
       Before my first big meeting
                             Of the morning
Where I double as coffee.
 
Time will find its way back,
                            It always does,
It’s like a dog that way,
      As the cat that is my
                           Conscious self
Can cross whole continents of
Rats
        To find that special pillow
Marked with its name.
 
                          But the cat
Disappears, as
             Even Alice will tell you,
And her name must stand for more
             Than even the Bible foretold …
 
The story always changes
                         But that is what we love
            About stories.