Time and Again Again

The light of reality
is as they describe.
May my fealty to 
said reality develop
before my light runs
short. Short wicks
kick wax criss-cross
county. Reality's light
really is light
and the glow
shows because
it is a pattern. I
pledged my loyal
self to the parallel 
tracks across whose
gap I some times 
wave and at other
points particle. Any
thing can be two 
things. Any time
can be two times.
All repetition promises
that it will come again.