The Distortion Of Time.
Added 2024-10-15 06:56:54 +0000 UTCI don't know if I will be afforded a future,
Or see the structures of tomorrow unfold,
if I will ever read through my life and yours,
like faded stories already written and told.
Perhaps the soul can scry the chilling panic,
of loss already etched into my aching gaze,
of the warm fear of never getting to revisit,
every unseen nook and cranny of this place.
For when I watch my child, fevered and cold,
nuzzle into the safe warmth of his father,
and I see the old man halted in the street,
sharing a chai with the blinding barber,
when I see the girl dancing at the temple,
lost in a sanctified stupor of safe revelry,
my heart throbs with the certain distortion,
that my eyes are already watching a memory.
Like I have already lived in all directions of time,
through a thousand years of triumph and rot
like I am sitting in a mystical cottage alone,
composed of nothing but time and thought.
Like I was there when there was no wheel or fire,
and I watched as war and disease took us on,
like I was already there and I will be there again,
where the battles of today see a new dawn.
Perhaps there is nothing to the future or past,
that through this moment hasn't already purled,
and I need only to look through the relic of my soul,
to know that I am always living all of the world.
Comments
Amazing... I'm crying. I agree, and feel the same
LilThreat88
2024-10-15 12:39:22 +0000 UTC
