Viva ad mortem!

Time and space, for me,
Are only tools for my mind's eye,
My physical body might be gone,
In your nows and 'morrows,
But my essence permeates all space,
My being, all of time,
My characters, all human race,
And my thoughts, all rhyme.
Your heres and nows,
Yesters and  theres,
These are but your abstractions,
My always and everywheres,
Spacetime distractions!