Time has revolved
Turned along at its own speed
To this point:
2,016 years since the birth of Christ,
Hundreds of thousands of years since the birth of humanity,
Billions of years since the birth of existence.
We’re at the gateway of destiny
The gateway’s a revolving door
We can’t go back through
We can only leak through.
That’s why certain themes already seen, certain scenarios already lived
Keep seeping through to new days
Past dies and resurrects itself while future evolves on regardless,
Evolves on regardless,
Evolves on regardless
Not a clash of civilisations, progress is a collision of time with itself
Those who stick with Past will seep through the eons
As vapour, mere drips of what they could be and used to be
While those who flow with Future’s relentless tides
Will froth, boil, flood
Through the barricade between Reality and Unreality
First denounced as impossible
Then tolerated as inevitable
Then praised as commonsensical.
© One Tawny Stranger, August 2016
