The Monolith

The monolith sits reaching for the sky
My gun in hand I aim and slowly fire
Time slows, I watch the bullet as it flies
I wait and watch I know I cannot tire
She waits behind me with a book in hand
She watches too, although she cannot know
After this moment here upon the sand
The bullet’s distance is where we must go
A boat will take us to a distant shore
The water: time, we travel to our past
The world we knew was never so much more
Than rocks which tower never built to last
The bullet strikes I put away my gun
The monolith collapses in the sun

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