There is a desire sometimes that one will travel back in time to negate. The blackberry bushes being manicured. The mowing of the lawn killing the wild flowers. The moment of conception. A meteorite hitting this earth. A word spilling out. Deferring the continuous future…

I look into the night An abyss and a revelation later, A vision dawns over the cityscape of dust The particles of the universe begin to shine through. As i wait at the bus stop that morning, Light wedges its way out of me Until…