2005-11-11 -- 1:29 a.m. Can you imagine a vortex? Can you see it zipping into the past, I know this’ll take more then just one poem. But I think I can do it. Explain it would take some time. But maybe I can draw a picture. Here it is, can’t you see? Right here right now. Your existence is the past, Your existence is the future, The present is everything else. We live one road everyday, Each of use, following our, Pre-disposition. Imagine it as though your face is melting off, Your skin is gone, In a monetary breeze, And you’re left, A teaming soul. What else have I forgotten? O yes… the past. Witch is now the future.