MaerdesaeceD

I think that the flow of time finally broke.

It must have fallen apart somewhere upstream,

perhaps taken a detour or branched off into some

previously undiscovered tributary of temporal tidings,

because the current order of events is anything but chronological.

The usual tell-tale signs of passage have ceased.

Breathing and beating and blinking are all at a standstill.

I can only be thankful that this disaster didn’t

occur while I was mid-flow, or worse…

True, some things left to continue for eternity

may be enjoyable for a little while.

Having the clock stop mid-coitus would do

much for the male ego, but imagine…

An eternity of continual building,

release forever just beyond reach.

A never-ending buffet would truly live up to its billing,

with a spread that would never run out,

never get cold or spoil,

along with a hunger that could never be satisfied.

The man out for a sky dive would never

have to pull a chute, though he would

probably tire of screaming, preferring to endure

his perpetual plummet in pure silence.

And finally… The Dreamer.

Blessed is the one who stumbled into

what we view as plight, for he is

bound only by the confines of his imagination.

Free to construct endless new worlds, nay,

entirely new galaxies, where long ago and far,

far away could be wherever he dared to place it.

Now open YOUR eyes, YOUR heart, and YOUR mind,

for you, too, can share the fate of the dreamer.

Heed my caution, else risk entering into the pitfall

that awaits he who enters recklessly, without plan

nor passion, inspiration nor internal glow.

Avoid slipping into a visionless sleep, for a mind at ease

may as well be a soul silenced.

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