Lost Days

Lost Days

I had a dream, sweeping thorough me today: deep to deeper.

Seven billion human beings, like colossal demon, trodden the world’s streets! 

Seven-hundred and fifty billion pounds of flesh, blood and meat.

And we were multiplying…

The world’s floor was sinking in, wavering like a kite in the wind.

We grew faint, and the world lost its counterclockwise spin.

I could hear the racking of earth’s fault plates as they shifted, rotated.

Slabs hitting one another as they vibrated under earth’s crust.

And I could hear the shocks of cities riven by earthquakes.

And I could hear and see, the coastal masses crumbling in front of chaotic sea waves.

Yes, all in one little dream-vision.

Writing now of the doom and sorrow yet to come, dreadful can be the fathoms of time—

Their hidden mysteries.

Time is a stairway to change, and if there is no change, steps crumble one by one—

These are lost days, falling into a gulf of nothingness.

#5235/5-8-2016