spooked
Spooked
Driving along on my scooter, seeing the familiar
landscape, there was a time disturbance
The landscape was the same, but the trees were small
And there were fewer ploughed fields.
mystical shadows and a murmur of voices sounded
as an echo, and I felt spooked.
I stopped and waited, perhaps I had a funny turn
Slowly, the warp panned out, and I was back at
my own time, yet I sensed an unease I should not
come back to this place that had layers of old-time
that had yet to melt into the clarity of a white water
that has no story to tell.
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