Circumventing the Nexus

 As the electromagnetic event 

unfolds along the spatial 

coordinates of the axes 

humankind is most attuned to 

ripples in realtime expand 

outward often at the same 

time and never in sync.  

Despite all the old stories 

having been lost

somehow from deep within 

their forgotten lore 

diamonds emerge 

that stick in the memory 

of all who behold them.  

These gem points 

are more like moments 

in time, separated by 

annihilating whirlpools 

and casting their solitary light 

upon these shifting battlefields 

as one single shadow leaning 

into the setting sun. 

An array of eyelets 

letting in the light

pinholes in a shroud 

draped over the world. 

The inner organs 

of the super attenuated 

manifestations of light 

reveal themselves after 

having performed their function

in a sort of turned inside-out array 

of spatial configuration 

set above us all 

as if we are upon the dot 

of the very punctuation mark 

we dare to question. 

Simply step up onto the podium 

to ask and watch the world 

retreat around you 

hissed the whispers 

echoing in the wind. 

Such it has always been 

since the mind like men's 

be questioned. 

Such it will always be 

to see thine self 

in the same  

mirrored 

reflection. 

We travel forward 

hoping to circumvent 

the nexus left in the wake 

of our predecessors 

who hoped we would 

not awaken. 

We move along the timeline 

with eyes wide open 

looking forward to score 

a token of appreciation 

for the path we have taken. 

We walk in electromagnetic 

harmony with the conductor 

and reactor after dreaming 

in a state of suspension 

and slumber.