Memories linger

when time does not.

Life is nothing but one huge

coincidence.

Truly,

everything happens for

a reason,

almost always 

unknown.

For whom does 

time dance?

The wicked

or the existential?

She warps her body

so the universe

consists of 

nonsense.

Time.

For whom does she dance?

The pallid

or the red?

East West North South

She knows no

direction

save for

onward.

So, on we go.