A thousand years of daydreaming

A thousand years of daydreaming,

of floating upstream,

and wrapping my mind around thought,

lapping at the edge of the stream in which my toes freeze,

has led me to believe that the earth is spinning very quickly,

and in another thousand what I did today could hardly matter,

or it could change the very course of my tomorrow a thousand years from now,

that a purple love I met in a stream could blow me away and though I could fall from her arms any day from now, she will have affected my own days in a thousand, the same as the rice ball I met in the fall of myself would follow me in the rise and see me through alongside her in her own fall and time to turn, to have influence over a thousand days or years from now simply for the 365 we have already spent, if not 366, and the same way the one I met today to change could shed a different light on the side of the moon we both did not know, and though so short, could probably already be changing my course.

yes, a thousand years of daydreaming have led me through different stars, and suns of a different sort, and change that I'll know tomorrow, and tomorrow in a thousand years, for a thousand years of daydreaming has given me cause to know that though a day could not matter, the truth is that it does, and that which I have known today in this moment could be forgotten but nonetheless within, in a thousand.