There is no motion in a moment
In an infinitesimal time slice, there is stillness
Absolute certainty and knowledge of space.
It's not possible to have an infinitesimal slice of time
that can imply other slices of time
That can be integrated under a curve to form time itself.
And for once, the part doesn't represent the whole.
Some notes don't represent the soul
And when we sit by a rock in an impending embrace
And our eyes come together for a kiss
which doesn't even exist in the meeting of the lips but of the mind.
Not the presence of a glance but the kind
And that is where you can have lived
Every dream could be remembered as a past
And the line between what is thought and what has happened
Slowly ceases to exist
And the rigor of reality cannot control the intention of the mind.
I sense that you have come close already when you have wanted to
You have held me and shown me comfort which would otherwise
Also not exist in a time slice.
But can very well, within the moment when our minds touch each other
Lightly like fingertips that reassure a thought
That lean on the other just enough to let us know of warmth
Since it isn't real, it cannot be sliced thinly enough
For it to be the smallest piece and yet have character.
However thin a time slice is
It is never thin enough for a thought to not come.