time the illusion
by s.c.virtes
Time flows
nothing is what it seems
seeming is believing
so we believe
nothing.
We are African masks
carved on a primeval world
lost on oceans &
continents
drifting.
There is a home out there
either a soft nebula
with our name on it
or a piece
of crumpled aluminum
in an alley.
Picture a hospital
with one giant bed and
a spray of bobbing balloons:
Hearts grow large & small
they pump & pulse
they find themselves
in small cars
driving
to a place
where the big screen
has long since crumbled
to sticks:
Choose any blind moment
cells tumble
traffic jams of raw life
lively, supernatural
rumbling.
A dance of life
the universe and
yesterday’s poisons.
There will be a venting
of deep dark stress
a crossing of enzymes
a green light flashing
hope?
a biology for tomorrow
a moment of utter
convergence
a blinding
flash
an illusion of
self turning.
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Scott Virtes has had more than 300 stories and poems published since 1986, even one piece in Analog. He was one of the sailors in the film Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World and is now writing/directing short films, still trying to find an audience. See tales.scvs.com for the latest info.
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