Time Travel

This was there, now it's here
and where I sat was here
but now it's there
all rolled together in a red balloon
of dispassionate duality

As for me, or me for as
I'm neither here nor there
but somewhere in between
waking in a warm tub of altered state
challenging reality

This in-between place
is fuzzy at best
taxing my mind's sensitivity
running time off it's back
with duck-like propensity

The Man is my guide
his hand keeps me steady
his eyes watch for cracks
with keenness, ability and
The Cat In The Hat's agility