The truth is
A window and a mirror
The holy grail and a dark lake
The recorded history of men
Is an imperfect amalgamation
Birth is it's most honest moment.

A picture
                 slices a sliver of time
                                the traveller rewinds
and misses a beat

We can live life
                                          or
create timelines unlived

Robot replaces all unpleasantries

A picture,
cut from the reel of reality.
Nobody to miss the time,
between the jumpcuts.
Except, when you've had
a few too many

Under the chrome canopy
and clear blue sky
sunshine in minds
I guzzle gasoline

Ash under eye
asunder I scorch
as sand unseen
vermilion tangerine
spleen malignancy

Transplendent leash
flickers merry and brief
married my relieve
ash
       of time
                     lingers

Cinders in the air
incendiary incendiary
many narrow many hairy
getaway car black tar
road