- Rita Pomade
TIME and the Myth of History
TIME knits a Mobius scarf
of webbed threads
through endless streams
With neither malice nor love
sweeping through a thousand suns
in constant spin
until threads burst
turning energy to matter
that hurtles through galaxies
in malleable possibility
like Escher’s stairs
TIME shuns temporal news
corporal angst quickened to bright light
that ignites to ash
and drifts like dust
through nomad stars.
TIME expands/shrinks
through unfathomable voids
devoid of hands numbers centre
or surface to reflect
until sparked
by gaseous slag
TIME is the birthing and fine-tuning
bringing process into protean form
tugging at the teat of history
teasing us
with linear dreams