I am more than me

So some folks (that would be me) don’t really believe in time. Well, I guess I believe in it in terms of clock time, deadline time, bedtime. Perhaps it would be better to say that I don’t believe in the past.

It seems to me that all the times we’ve lived through are still there, just the next street over.

Both poets are looking outside of themselves for proof of their being in space and time.

La Vie En Rose

Fog fills the little square
Between Avenue du Maine
And the Gaité Montparnasse.
I walk around and around,
Waiting for my girl.
My footsteps echo
From the walls
Of the second storeys.
Deep in the future
My ghost follows me,
Around and around.

--Kenneth Rexroth

Here

My steps along this street
resound
             in another street
in which
             I hear my steps
passing along this street
in which

Only the mist is real

--Octavio Paz/Charles Tomlinson