Venture out
into the timeline.
There we go,
making a critical mistake,
right off the start.
Time never was,
nor ever will be,
a line.
It may be more
like a cloud,
but I think, now
we’re just compensating
for things
we do not understand.
Fall back
into where we’ve been.
Wriggle back into the shit
we came from
and call it “comfortable”.
We are just like photons.
Dying light.
Here,
in this form,
only as long
as we’re observed.
Whether you touch my eye,
travel to my mind,
and then,
be recognized;
depends on you
reaching out.
Out of your cloud.
Out of your timeline.
A hand from the grave,
you were found.
Ghost in the machine,
only if you
can claim your state.
Open a portal
and see a dead world.
Posthumous internet
of the undying connected.
Are we awake
in a simulation?
Or, are we estranged
from base reality?
Never can tell.
Come down
out of the cloud.
We just might encounter
ourselves.
HG – 2022
