Time

A timeless infinity Stretches in all directions... Reaches high But finds a ceiling, Reaches low But finds a floor -- This timelessness is only horizontal It reaches for the goal But dissolves it in water Before it can be grounded In a surreal place Of touches and smells But no sounds, no tastes, no visions... If I am hearty, then forgive me, For I do not belong here, Far from the wind... For senses, I prefer all the five, Grounding me in a dun reality That can always fit Like an old pair of gloves. There is no death but failure, And there is no failure but death.