Futures Past Iii

Cool is the evening air that touches my face standing there viewing time ebb and flow, Memories. Run their course as a tear traces my countenance so much so little To soon too late wishing I may. Feeling I might. Know what is coming tonight as the sun hides in his corona of fire. Atomic specter rises, feel the after flash slumbering are my thoughts tangled are my memories In flux of all creation revolves around this crux This is the Flash Point of my time I come to stand in the dark bright full of hours of midnight… I crash my car into the storm I stare into the dark into my future as it is past Feeling time slip casting past my sight watching the plates shatter, the oranges and ornaments suspended in the supernova An infinite loop Cosmic oscillations building bridges burning bright Bridges across time Across the Event Horizon Piercing a membrane of creation three seconds to midnight I take the flight, strata light Arcing in the deepest void To no where, no where, nothing known Dark bright full of hours at midnight…