Saturday, October 15, 2011

"We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of"

In the terminus of time
before a continent groans

shouldering a-wakening Sun
as a mason might a hod...

When a full Moon still
hangs above a slumbering

The ghosts of past lives meet
with living souls

It is the soft hours when sleep hangs
heavy upon the brow

Old and loved ones come to call
in tangled skiens of dark matter

Past, present and future
a moebius strip of causality

We never truly die
We are eternal

Born from matter forged
At a star's heart

We transmutate
and are changed into



DS Baker

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