I'm on the other side of myself looking through the glass
that divides my heart from my mind,
and the sky passes over in time lapse fashion.
The stars rotate as they should,
but I'm standing still even now,
despite the chaos around me.
Motion is endless and time is a menace,
or an angel for some.
My hopes rise and fall like empires through ages
while my sight falls and rests on the inevitable
The division is clear
The result is predicted
Just a matter of time
Just a short while still
So vivid is this image of futures I create
but my delusions no longer plague me in this physical state
Escape...
into the transition
beyond evolution
coasting past civilizations we never imagined
and the void will find you
to reclaim the emptiness that's thriving inside you