What if sequence is illusion - and illusion is bent?
What if now is then and then is now?
What if I am, and was, is the same somehow?
What if we just dream the now?
What if everything is nothing, or an endless Tao?
I have a world in my head
Full of love and dread
It seizes the day
But I stay in my bed
My world and yours
We agree by default
A manifold illusion
In our great gestalt
What if past, now and then were one?
What if all was simply the kingdom come?
What if we, in this life confined
Were truly immortal, love divine?