Is Time Taking Up My Space

Someplace is that place, 'we all seek out. That place we all came back here, from. Coming whence to where we all, go back and in our coming, we were sent to do to hear the sea and see it through, take it back. And there is light and there is dark, 'interviewee, across it's wide, some see the rift at all. The edge of space where time it moves, is cracked. To some a sidewalk to some a thought. To some it is, 'to some it's not. To some it's hot. To some it's cold. To some it's every thing your taught, or not. But in the end the rift has moved, the speed of light for every second, you think you lived.