• 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