​"Matter itself is nothing other than memory." 
  
    ― Matthew Segall
 
Can time be tattooed
like skin? The future
is a scar sagging
into the present.

A scar bears witness
to survival. Instinct
stands between the past
and possible.

We pierce timespace
as cosmic quills within a weaving
wind. We write emet aletheia
truth and the wind cries.

Inhale the ink of each other’s
essence. Life enrobes itself
in a halo of self-becoming
so coincidence appears.
 
Marrow remembers
what shaped our reflexes.
Tomorrow we find ourselves
tattooed inside all.