Culture in Forward Thought
A search into never was
Some guess into unknown
If then good
Became to forget some
Stranger’s Minds
Forgotten Because
Unseen, Misbelieved
Gone rockslide
Separately
If that makes sense
Again
Next step towards reality
Echoes in forgotten laughter
If next forgotten
Through to the next
Where as does
When Reality Was Enough
To screw up everything
Happening again
Flow carries on
‘Till next is gone
And then…
Where it leads
If really never seen
When time makes no sense
At the end of a forgotten world
After known
After next
Things unseen believed
Fluxing, Shifting
Strange Illusions
Dance in fevered sight
As the Nightmare Road
Remembered
While some form
Of forever grows
Beyond it’s start
In reality
To wear most dreams
Seem strange into travel
Different sorts
A strange light became
To ask again;
The Moth or the Wasp?
Incase shifting to, was
