You travel through a pool, under water you travel from the east to the west, distance loses its velocity, your heart is still pounding but you don't hear anymore.
Your smile is otherworldly but you know very well you're in this world, fresh and living, waiting to disappear as you wait to give birth to another who will disappear as your grandmother as she sees you give birth, disappears in front of your eyes, as she feels she's becoming more and more vague soon to disappear.
You travel in recognition of all this with your grand father whom you've never seen before who disappeared before you knew about time, the clocks, the days, the calendars, and expressions like "the spring of your life."
You travel with him to the same world you're living in and he says "child, grand daughter who's about to give birth to another grand grand daughter, whom I knew only to teach laughing, child, there's nothing wrong here, everything is the same, the lawyers, the streets, the pools, the struggle.
It's just somewhere
else, I just wanted to tell you that, so that you will not think about time
anymore. It's easy I think to myself and I repeat "there's nothing wrong here,
everything is the same, the lawyers, the streets, the pools, the struggle. It's
just somewhere else."