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…
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