Before I Entered Time

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I’m not blowing smoke, nor am I a posing sage.
It’s a simple condition. The universe may as well
not have been before; in fact  “before” did not exist
before I entered time. There’s not one memory
I can hang a word upon before I entered time.
Before just a void white as the sheet of this page
before something keyed this poem’s first I
in the beginning

I’m now somewhere around there’s not one memory,
noted above ,and by the time I get to stop? likewise below, 
will there be any words still worth saying,
any do still worth doing?

as I leap from time will there be anything
more than smoke of a doused fire curling up
cycling against gravity —something lighter than air?

Then will the music stop?

Jim Culleny
8/14/19