If it were mine, I’d stretch and paint Time.
I’d sing a song of vast vibrations, inspiring spirals to cluster.
I’d mix dark and light forming every element, discovering every luster.
I’d cobble a brush made of gaseous stardust and dapple the pallet with stars.
I’d throw it in lumps on a spinning wheel.
I’d blow it slowly to cool and congeal.
I’d design a mindful cupful of slime.
I’d pour it in the ocean and listen a long time.
Then I would wait forever and watch
each now unfolding