Looking down the barrel of a telescope made of time, slipping through space.

Would you be brave,
turn around and stay?

You rose through the ashes of battle
as time creeps slowly upon your heals.

Slipping time, strips layer by layer;
beam’s of energy fly from your
fingertips.

Bursts of light stream from your eyes, memories casting out into
the vast spaces in between
the layers of heaven, that’s
where you are.

We collide multiple times.

Star’s are born from the pressure.

Rocket through space you’ve got
mud on your face.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton