Through a Vision of Time

Time, he called

“I am before!”

How beautiful

And yet I see the burning books

And Bradbury is bleeding on a cross somewhere

I don’t know but I fear

I feel alive though

I feel alive now

I feel alive NOW!

“Where are the wounded?!” I’m calling

I look around myself in the pile

Where are the wounded?

Because I am alive and

I want and I need to help

And we are all around me

And I repeat myself

Only because there is only so much to say.