one day when I was small I crawled inside a grandfather paradox, 

curled up in the tock-tick-tock,

became a chrononaut, born in the deep

dark of a time cave. I would be there for all time,

forever exploring, a time spelunker

every second I become something new, with

a clock for a heart and the clocked tick-tock

of a watch for blood in my veins. no beginning or end

in the deep dark of the hour, no longer than one and no shorter than none

every second I discover something new, with

a clock for my breath and the clocked tick-tock

of a watch for air in my lungs. there are no words to speak 

in the deep dark of the hour, no longer than one and no shorter than none