…and almost-dark
Everything seen and unseen
has already been dreamed
somewhere in the dark corners of the night
there are threads to everywhere and nowhere
and if searched for they can never be found
if escaped from, relentlessly
they will hunt their prey
every thought and every feeling
has already been thought and felt
for we are the echoes of old souls
those who came before
even our words are not our own
long ago they were spoken
in language we have never known
our songs too have already been sung
here in the eddies of time
we are all as one
there are no lucid moments here
for everything is painted in ambiguity
invisible rivers of nebulous whispers
circle unseen in the abyss
the past present and future
indistinguishable
in this shadowy nocturnal realm
a world of half-light and almost dark
where nothing is certain
and nothing is true
a kaleidoscope of chaos and madness
constantly shifting as time keeps drifting
we have lost the will to defend ourselves
a virtual divide and conquer
where resistance is always futile
for this is the way of all things
our existence is intangible
we are unseen and unheard
just distant static in the mist
our cold fingers
constantly reaching in emptiness
our distant voices a brief distortion
too brief to be recognised as life
we are ghosts displaced from another realm
as fragile as butterflies
from a place now left behind
destined to be lost again and again
in the endless shadows of time
© Ann Bagnall
