Time

I dreamed
Time flowed
Like water back
And forth through
Wormholes like rivers
Or the tides in a universe
Where gravity cycled back
And forth from positive near
Suns planets moons to negative
Black matter each atom trying to
Get as far as possible from any
Other atom between the bright
Galaxies glowing like street
Lights in a black fog cut
Through at the folds
By wormholes few
As yet busy in
The galaxy’s
Outer arms
But grid
Locked
In the
Core
Systems
As we rest
Far from the
Congestion of
Rude changes to
Time and gravity
Almost asleep
To the rush
Of core
Travel.