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Time and SpaceWhen the evening hours slip by in a slow paradeAnd sunset performs a shadow puppet wall charadeThis old whiskey bottle makes me think of days gone pastCos now there’s less bourbon in the jug than in my glassThen walls close in and the clock’s the one familiar faceI must answer for questions asked of time and spaceThinking over fickle notions of what’s wrong and rightShould I care when darkness welcomes man and beast alikeO but when I asked who painted mornings in the eastIn that human moment I became a godly beastSomehow in the cold, cold ground there will grow heaven’s graceIn a wooden cage at life’s end we find time and spaceWhen the whiskey seeds my dreams and I drink one last toastSoon I’m laying with a woman on the western coastAnd I’d gladly perish just to touch who I can seeIf when I died sleeping my sweet dreams would come with meO but here and now my lonely soul can’t reach that placeDrink and dreams must do until we meet in time and spaceAfter like a cobra from a basket, God has charmed me from a cherry casketAnd then while my dust feeds the roots of a Douglas FirI’ll be dancing with her in the sand along Big SurFor a man to know of time means that he knows his placeAnd that tombstones are but steppingstones through time and space©2007 Robert George