Fin.

I am a traveller from a tomorrow
that never was.
Today wasn’t the destination
but is where I became stuck.
I have split vision of now,
yet two times nothing
is so much less than zero.

To fall in time is peculiar –
I knew this world long ago,
far away in glorious detail.

I am a traveller from a tomorrow
that won’t have been.
For better or worse,
no, definitely for worse,
this is me, us, now.

It seems falling is easy,
is circumstantial, is ruthless,
is rising in quicksand.