Remember The sands can run backwards – And I’ve seen Right into the heart of somewhere intoxicating: The Archer has shot his arrow The wrong way but You’re afraid of navigating In this Dark Matter. So we’re just time-travellers standing Still. Our own fabric of space Is woven from The eternal blank canvas Of a potentiality. Right in the heated core A French knot singularity, A single stitch of a time, Marked our Genesis –
But we’ve already Separated, Our bodies are now In perpetual motion, Like stardust dancing On a reverberating membrane, The universe is stretching away and Further apart We are just matter splitting
Does It Matter to me? It Does.
We are just matter splitting Further apart The universe is stretching away and Like stardust dancing On a reverberating membrane, In perpetual motion Our bodies are now Separated.
But we’ve already Marked our Genesis – A single stitch of time, A French knot singularity, Right in the heated core Of a potentiality. The eternal blank canvas Is woven from Our own fabric of space, Still. So we’re just time-travellers standing In this Dark Matter. You’re afraid of navigating The wrong way but The Archer has shot his arrow Right into the heart of somewhere intoxicating, And I’ve seen The sands can run backwards – Remember?
© Georgina Barley 2016