I stole the future, and stuffed it
into a sack of visions
I wandered through the webs of
time, careful as a spider
Spinning
I wove strings of possibilities,
each lighted thread a snare
I hid in truth’s shadow, orbiting the
event horizon
Stretching
I shut my eyes against the dark,
and I whispered to the void
While I slipped beyond the veil of
knowing, unbecoming I
