falling
through
time
at
full
speed
we
freefall
with
the
blast
wave
ahead
of
its
own
future
so
far
ahead
it
is
the
poem
of
the
air
and
light
at
the
center
of
forever
reaching
out
to
us
infinite
tendrils
of
action
we
pull
them
into
ourselves
and
radiate
our
presences
to
like
hosts
of
allies
the
centuries
glitter
with
our
shattering
clarity
grasping
the
pillows
of
mind
rolling
over
in
beds
dreaming
of
being
awake
at
the
awakening
eyes
of
storms
the
clouds
under
our
heads
roil
us
awake
into
dreaming
of
falling
through
time
at
full
speed
we
freefall
Clever. I may have to try one like that.