step and strut.

stepping through pages.
slow at first and then with a confident
cane-swingin' swagger of elegance.
A knowing wink at the weakness in doubt.
There's a song playing from within her skirt
and his sweat beads flow down his cheeks :
in tune and in time.

this is no time,
there is no time left:
there is no such thing as time,
there is no such thing as no such thing:
there is no thing as timely as 'no-time' &
there is no matter.
there is an eternity left,
there is no eternity in time.

there is no time.
there is far too much time.

for what?????????