On the Essence of Time

This is me, Now.
This is you, 
and this is your
Now.
I do this in my Now
that you may read it 
in your Now,
Tomorrow.

In childhood the long summer holidays,
in a younger world,
lasted forever,
all lakes explored
all roads travelled.

I have commanded Time
to slow,

and Time acquiesced.

The moss on Siva's flame,
appeared as moss on the back
of a Discworld turtle,
moving slowly through Forever.

And of all that ever was,
and of all that ever shall be...
this is me.
Now.