Reflections on Time
Reflections on Time.
The Past a plastic plaything,
in an impressionistic strain,
a constantly shifting
The plastic past a plaything
of my elastic brain,
rippling on the event Horizon,
some shimmering mirage.
The Collective Past
just a collaborative fiction
which we all agree to keep going
for our mutual benefit.
As to interpreting the Past, well,
The Past certainly happened,
on this all experts agree,
but after this promising start,
opinions diverge rapidly.
Will it happen again?
Some say yes,
we’re on a circular train,
some sort of universal carousel.
Whilst others of a more Apocalyptic bent
Look forward to an Ultimately
As to the Future, I suspect
it doesn’t even exist,
not yet anyway
and never will
until we make it Now.
Perhaps, after all,
there is only Now & Then.
Don’t worry about the Future,
the Wise man say,
it will never happen, Grasshopper,
What we have to deal with
is Now & Here!
Yes and yet,
clearly predictions can be made.
Lines can be drawn
where we will be
when Now is Then.
The Future, a prediction then?
Like some ongoing inevitability,
around a corner you can’t see..
Lines dotted out off the edge of the page
like those footsteps fading out behind you,
the further back you look,
the more the sand has covered your trail
till there’s only you and the desert left,
trapped in the here and now again.
I know it will be tomorrow soon,
I’ll be sitting here in this spot,
looking at these words.
My fingernails and stubble will be
.5 of a millimetre longer,
even if i die the stubble
will keep on growing inexorably,
biochemical process doncha know?
the Future hasn’t happened yet,
nor will it ever.
The Past is just
catching up with us.
No review this week kiddies, but next week look out for a cracking review of Chris bennett’s fascinating “Cannabis and the Soma Solution”.
The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists.
Pretty trippy, hey?