Balls of tension hang motionless in mid-air
transformed into bright stars of an empty sky
I float free of this illusion and of me
the clock stops and I am a million worlds.
Awakened travelling, cycles of fate
endlessly interweaved spiralling paths
of souls somehow destined to re-unite
change the future and the past.
I dream, I feel, memories not mine.
Visions shimmer through the stillness
behind the veil of the world in my eyes.
Vague remnants of parallel time.