When the paths of life and essence cross,

she walks by.

And me, my soul and I, drift down to meet her as she beckons;

usurper.

And for a trifled trice, she touches my bones;

tickles my marrow;

tempting the fibers of my tomorrow to live in her forever.

So, she continues on her way,

Through boundless time, and timeless bounds;

Through minute-less moments, and moments of less minutes;

She drifts on; 

from present to past;

from future to present.

Until they are one and the same.

And all of what she was, she shall be;

and all of what she shall be, she is.

Confounder.