The loom of mind.

Time is nothing but fiber
it is nothing but a cluster fuck of potentiality
possible outcomes shaved off the backs of sheep
maybes, could be's and can be's crunched up and ground down
to a thick cottage cheese soup of colors and dyes

anything that could happen and will happen
is bleached out and cotton ginned
it is deseeded and cleaned
with a mixture of probably and should be
the raw material of time is possibility
your brain the loom
weaving, twisting and sewing
intertwining
taking possibility
and creating experience
every moment that passes
is just woven from a shit-soup of anything