in the future,
I'm an alien time-traveller.
I abduct myself without remorse
and play the cold clinical creature.
incapable of recognising common
genetic ancestry
I visit dead years,
probe anal recesses,
push through all the shit and blood
of life.
I examine strange
shiny fabrics
and music that baffles sense
in smoky rooms
lit by bright flashing
lights in the sky ...
I beam myself up.
One of me is small,
grey and frail; a withered
clock;
a balding compass,
shrunken in its skin
with large
almond eyes;
the other me is young,
more recognisably human.
Each questions the other
for days
[ some things never change ]
and accept the same replies:
both of us lack answers
and understand little,
hold to a hope of something
while poised at the edge of nothingness
at diametric ends.
Gold trophy winner
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lol... probably not..
