VORTEX

What does it mean for one to see the present warp into the future? What does it mean for one to behold that moment of change then dive into its substance knowing that it is already dissipating into strands of mere memory? What does it mean to try to take control even if unsuccessfully to spiral the 'was' and 'is' of one's existence into the possibility of a conversation with the 'will be'? These fragments of thought attempt to conjure the space that hovers uncertainly after these questions have been uttered. Not knowing entirely where they are bound these slivers of will seek refuge in the primordial wisdom that murmurs into the folds and seams of this ancient land.