At the Meeting Line of Two Different Times
by @d-simpson
Each separate reflections
of altered deceptions;
like all intersections
of other-than-present's,
every point will yield
to a forward direction.
Neither had seen a thing
like this in their lives;
a single soul's creation
outside the bound'ries of "mine."
But each knows the riddle
to catch the next dawn:
Think, eat, breathe, pause.
Drink, sleep, breathe, pause.
Though they hit play on the day,
could they tell me how it ends?