Abstract

A crack in time
created a new dimension.
Soft beams filtered
dancing dust
vying for streams
in which to ride into its daylight –
to settle where it may.
With a silent breath behind it,
particles scattered
and rebuilt layers of humanity –
all to be explored,
none to be conquered.
It had to be foolproof,
it had to work this time.
When the dust kicked up,
the crack would close – time
became darkness –
until we learned.