Time?

Where did yesterday go? Yesterday, when I burned in the flash of your gaze yesterday, when with your kiss on my cold ashes I grew again like the green stem of a vine, with thousands of clusters under its skin with thousands of springs under the crystal of each cluster. What became of the ashes? What became of the darknesses of the earth? Where was the sandstorm buried? Your kiss has taken root in the womb of my particles my being became a vineyard. In the agate of the cluster the flash of your gaze is laughing. Yesterday has gone nowhere yesterday, time stood still stood absolutely still in the vineyard...