No Time Flat

someone in the 60's described time in a bottle fire and rain time warps of moebius memories

but each morning I get a kiss in no time flat my nick in time, ruled by his bus to work

I’m at the step as he prances down the walk, when he suddenly wheels around to smile

then in the that split second the set of points- those lips, and his eyes-brilliant rays intersect me, put me in line

which , incidentally, permeates all my former contours to salute the morning

in no time flat