"Wake up, sleepy-head, we're having a picnic. I'm already dressed up, I have a basket and a towel. Get ready, I'm coming over!"
This is not about time. And it's not about me. It's about you. You're taking the world out of its senses. I'm falling through a small earthly whole.
People don't like to hear things like this. They are afraid of everything that's beautiful. They reject everything that's fragile. The possibility of fragility scares them.
But two things: You're not like other people. And I'm protected by transitoriness.
These words are directed to nobody (but you).