Ripples in time .

Echoes ride the pinnacles of undulating ripples

- across that something, that once was so clear –

across the reflective, mirrored surface of time.

As they travel towards the abstruse shores of reality,

they begin to disintegrate, fade into the mysterious depths

of what will surly become, what creates the here and now.

 

B. J. “A” 2

February 21^st 2015