Time is an essence, space a conclusion that something, there's something that we've waited for.
Imagine a world as you already have, then dwell there in person, becoming a new way of loving and being.
See there, the world you've made, feel the way you fit in.
The way that you dream it, the way that you fill it, this is what gives it its form.
The hunter has gathered enough factory made mass, and the great river flows to the sea,
past the shore.
Imagine the difference from here to there, a morning song yearning,
perhaps something more.