Abutment against time all
Lexicons alike blurred past
A thousand algorithms
Rendering space upended

Many minds can dwell among
Us unrepentant towards cause
Yet find ourselves amazed that
The sun still rises every morning

Without fail

Canvassing the sky with time’s
View of the Laws there can
Be no other awakening – lest
We quench our thirst as the

Last known remembrances to
Ourselves a prayer unto us the
Dreamers who love with utter
Abandon at the Gates of All Cost

 
© K. James Ribble