space-time (idea)

Tomorrow is the promise of the sun
To mark its length on the ledgers of sand
Yet another day’s inferno is done
As the scroll seeps from the Creator’s hand
The axis’ path of tragedies lost
From the libraries of man’s endeavors
The clocks’ bitter tick and most fatal cost
The alchemy of fate’s cruel creators
Oh, fate’s sweet kiss of luscious valium!
Sleep graces my journey to the heavens
Fast on tracks of icy continuum
The endless bellow of space-time deafens
A point is set, a final meeting place
At the time I touch the goddess’ face

(sonnet)