schwartzschild metric.

A state of mind

at far horizon’s reach. 

Where sea and sky’s

salt whispers meet.

Entropy was birthed

into this uncertain space,

molecular and bone thin.

A trace of dreams, adrift 

in sea fog and mist.

Truth waits patient in  

time’s misleading geometry,

a construct within 

perceptions door.

Course sands 

drunk on seawater,

bare feet navigate

with a crunch 

of calcium carbonate.

Gasps of silence hiss,

where atoms thin

and edges finally appear.

Enter the tesseract’s time,

reciting poems from

the class-room years.

Exaggeration lives on in

footsteps of dead friends, 

where every room is cold.

Discard and shed

a lifetime’s skin,

desiccated the

naked babies swim,

alone and regretful

to horizon’s edge. 

Now all about is time,

nothing else exists.

And as you slow

it stops… forever.

©️ Dai Fry 26th March 2020.