I am writing these things in Real Time, don’t you know!
…Well, not every damned one of them, but surely some.
If I skipped a day doing this, something would be
Quite amiss in my functioning assuredly.
I can wait for the right time and Know it will come.
I interpret life through me as through me words flow.

I’ll come up with an image. I’ll take as much time
As my skills will allow it. To learn PhotoShop
Would perhaps be an asset. ‘Til then I’ll make do
With the best I can offer, if but for a few.
Only when I am gone from this earth will I stop.
I align threads of truth and weave them into rhyme.

After this, there’s another one right on its heels.
It will post for the next day while I am asleep.
I call that also Real Time. Alive in my dreams
Time and no time comingle and cancel extremes.
There exists no time where my soul doesn’t run deep.
I exist to express that. That’s how my life feels.