Time Country

You then say, Only when time does not exist.

you may say your immortality has.
But this is the city - you say the country - that eroded.

wishful thinking. Every day when awake, you have an imaginary bath
equator. You say, "Look at the roots spread, the cones grow.

To the torso. Atmospheric liquid, curved fall into the water frame.
Is this river, anxious history, flowing into the sea somehow?