One cannot feel overly excited and overtly depressed in the same place at the same time

There is a migratory quality to all my qualities,

They go from north to south in and out of a seasonal

of their own hemi-spheric making

 

They transit hot and cold in their analogous differences

Pulling up the cover of the temperature seasons accordingly

Dragging me either side of a dislocated equator.

 

There is a temporary quality to all my qualities

They time difference east to west either side of a temporal

of their own mean-time making

 

They transfer night and day in their analogous differences

Pulling across the contrast of daylight to darkness accordingly

Throwing me any side of a timeless meridian.

 

These qualities of my qualities tell me

What time of the year I am in

What time of the day it is

In a worldplace of their own making

 

The world of my qualities separates to a geography that forecasts

According to its own climate

The world of my qualities keeps to a chronology that historicises

According to its own clockwork

 

There is this quality to my qualities

That might first rain in the morning

And then noon South in the sunshine.

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