Facing the Unknown

Stages

Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash

Lately
you’ve been trying to tell time
by reading a clock
you can’t see
but you feel its presence
weaving itself
into your heart
beats

A pounding
pulsating
echo chamber
that takes
seconds
to combust
every minute and hour
into rusty dreams
of man-made
ticking machines

You can now hear
everything you touch
the sounds splinter
and clash
into one
spinning
form
of familiar

After years of
overdone catastrophes
it’s time to demolish
any fleeting notions
that you can change
the direction
of the waves
in an ocean
that was already
set into motion
long before you decided
to dip your toes
into its vast expanse
while cursing
your human tomb
because
the salt burns
your ancient
wounds