for an instant

I stopped believing in time as a physical property you could feel against your skin and knew that we were all streched out infinite lights in our hearts, an echo of the earliest moment that still exists, is still here now, and is still as NOW as you and i, and we're awash in creation, hung suspended, pent up energy at the speed of light squared waiting to explode, and you know you can explode all over me because I got nothing but time, and time is nothing but hair fly'n, yours and yours and mine, waiting for a thought of a tick of a clock. That's all behind me now, or that all IS me now, as I am just made of particles and you're just made of particles and we could collide and and see glimpses of the secrets of the universe.