Poem about time |
Jumping back and forth between now and before, tomorrow and today, as tonight drifts into yesterday, and future collides with past. The script mistaken in the act and the story's beginning confused with it's ending, creating a strange sense of surreal beneath the veneer of the real. Mind trying to connect the dots to make sense out of this paradox, as then and now fades into next until there is nothing left, except images dancing on a mental screen. Confused parts, jumbled up scenes, Out of the old cooking something new. Inside the dream trying to pursue, grasping at straws, inside absurdity, trying to weave together fresh meaning. As story turns itself into metaphor and each picture attempts to explore a new message with hidden themes behind each image flowing upstream. Dreamer jumping across time and space Clashing with light and winning the race, illustrating Einstein's inner truth inside each previewing and every review as with each passing moment trying to make sense out of nonsense but being carried away by the strangeness of this play. As before becomes then beginning a new round again. |