space is black

we can't go back to how it was

we made time

to unmake us

we are living in the now of then

how it was is always how it is.

time is space.

and space is blackness.

blackness is a presence

even in its absence.

every flower that grows

to its blackest roots below

as much to the space above

we'll never know.

but it's black on either axis.