Marmalade Over Butter

Marmalade Over Butter All things are the same the longer you look Like rhythms at first distinct like things with reference like the asymmetrical, the unequal, slowly melding like mountains eroding under waves forgotten, but not in a bad way All things taste the same the more you try Like jam on toast an exception being marmalade It must be its citrus tang floating on dripping butter like my dreams of childhood remembered above important things All time is the same thing past and present anyway Varying only in light and circumstance like morning sun in May woods, or a burning sunset over hills dawn light on winter snow requiring the interpretation of the viewer who cares about such things All shadows are the same thing