Builders of Reality

"Time drops all these moments as decayed, spoiled riches. And vibrating strings of light dance the tip of Souls while enjoying the orchestra of all life!" -- E.P. Robles -- [Too late; as late as it gets thought I.] Upon this very late or very early morning while i began to realize i left my dreaming snoring then upon a glint from parted curtains I was certain a something queerly missing ~ or should i say amiss. There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts while peering out my window pane i came to see a dastardly scene that almost certainly brought me to my knees! There upon the shrouded street were many short blue-clothed things busily erasing each moment as it passed. Unbeknown that "i" was one between the 'there' and 'here' they froze all the while i stood and stared; "Oh no oh no!" they screamed at me squirming then churning they moved and rebuilt the past you see and found myself in bed again and all ends well that begins and all beginnings have always been --endings are myth! :: 04-20-2017 ::