Glitch
In the blackest of nights, like tar so thick
time tangled into a bewitching twist
as hours faltered in starts and fits
minutes and seconds lost their wits
and tumbled into a frightening glitch.
A black hole swallowed the grid of time
glitches of past and future timelines
history was swept into a vortex mine
panic reigned, an apocalyptic sign
while the universe fled, never more to shine.
Written on 10/15/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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