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