There is no next,
There is this.
Such is the way in the land of no time.
The Quantum Land
Where there is Now,
Infinite Now,
Where I AM is the only stuff that is real.
Despite what your scrambled clocks and chimes and brains may say.
Dali wasn't surrealistic,
He was realistic,
Painting clocks with wings flying away.
Flying away for they weren't required
In the Land of no time,
Sacred Silence
Where everything sublimely rhymes.
The Land of of the Quantum.
Where is no next,
There is this.
Where I AM.
All of eternity in this instant
Humming exquisitely in vibrational ecstasy,
Ecstasy expectantly awaiting another moment of bliss.
And another and another and another
AD INFINITUM.
All at once,
Paradoxically.
Quantumly.