Underway

The future never comes
The past is never done
The junction is where webs are spun
Then duly sewed undone
The frequency, where the free can see
Doesn't arise from your eyes
Nor vibrates down the road 
Or learned in code
Or spoke nor spake
Nor eroded, loaded, coated or devoted
In the wireless web
Draping over each atom's head
Where nothing's said or dead
Lies the wheel 
Spinning out secrets concealed
Where nothing is revealed
I don't know how it all started 
Or how it ends
I'm older now
Then I will be then
When the web unwinds 
And the weaver resigns
The train of time
Plugs along in our minds
As if it never happened
To some it will madden
To some it will gladden
The fabric is untouched
A glossy thought
A hollow crutch
The strangler of our steps
An overseeing clutch
Forever underway

spacetimewisdomfree verse

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