Shadows fall at the crest of dawn
In askance for a laurel belonging
To the sacred endowment.
However, what is the sacred
It is the measure of which my
Wings carry me when walking
Into the late hours of darkness.
Laughing is the moon with its
Serrated teeth, waiting to take
A bite upon me.
I could almost see his eyes;
Actually, I can see his entire
Face gloating and taunting
Me. “All hail the visitor
Who comes from the
Don’t expect to pass my gateway.
For I have every channel blocked.
All you’ll find here is your bitter
If you know what’s good for you,
Girly, you’ll keep on walkin’.
So I walk further into the night,
Colliding with some unforeseen
Truths brought into my enlightenment.
The folds in time don’t necessarily
For they are stored in the form of energy;
A star, if you will, consisting of
Our past selves and future selves.
These are the shadows of me
Of whom I gaze into at night
When I put my hand to my
Forehead, lean back a bit
And take in their power.
I’m energized by such a plight
To be a cross so whole; yet,
Come with fire holding on
Within its own magnitude.
I am all the wiser for knowing
The me’s in the galaxy.
I imagine there being an
Escalator so tall, it could
Take mankind into out space,
Traveling from one time period
To the next.
If only such a feat couldn’t not
Dare go on the blink of a brink
Should all ourselves come together
In one spot all at the same time.
We wouldn’t know who we were
Talking to; yet, we would, only
We would know which of our
Loved one’s selves we are addressing.
They are the same; yet at difference
In degree of time; yet the same.
Forethought for one self is reality
For another of our selves.
However, should we dare to think
We could travel into a star burning
In the heavens.
Perhaps there are galaxies within
Galaxies, in the sense in each
Star is a galaxy filled with more
Stars which serve as gateways
Into other galaxies.
The wreckage would be greatly
Devastating in the sense it could
Destroy all life as we know it.
We’d have a reality within a
In essence, to fallow in a plight
Unknown, should become known
In such an instance.
If I were to be in the room with
Multiple selves of me representing
Past and future, of which for them
They would be their own present.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016