Motion of time

like breathing not travelling.

Whilst all knowing spectators
questioned lenses,
you were moving.

Time sheds now
like a serpent's skin
and splits along it's
central vertebrae.

Futures spread
from a central point in
bacterial mitosis.

It mists with
the sickness of confusion
and baffles pilgrims
who are unacquainted with blindness.

Written November 2012.


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