Very not timeless

I started to write something something sunshine and said 

NO!

Close your eyes, in through the nose, out through the ass

be transported, transform-ne-ded:

it’s May 2020 and a burgundy leaf in your patch of park is pulsing,

you closed those eyes willed the future and 

HELLO!

Damn dial's turned too far again,

never could you measure past the quarter of the inch,

but dial it back and bud you're risking waking

in the bathroom at a year-point–five late funeral

siphoning breastmilk into the toilet,

then skip forward again, no wait back,

but not through anything, shall we way, medical,

no infestations infections insurrections or infidelities,

no reveries revelations realizations or renovations,

stop when the time is right which, friends, is now not

IT? Now, so psychedelically un-it it makes you laugh (a bit)

What was I going to say about

sunshine!