Two: Emergence

 Three knots in a rope ago, the tapestry of time came, comes, will come unravelled, unravelling.

The change was, is, will be both sudden and slow, more the cracking of a window than the spread of of a plague.

First, next, later, before, there is an impact, a crash, a buckling.Then, next, before, later cracks shoot, raced, forth from the crater like sprouts through pavement, irrevocable lightning fast. Then, before that, subsequent, finally, the glass pane falls, fell, will fall through.

Back when words like “then” had meaning.

The past tense no longer exists. No longer exists, will exist, has ever existed.

It is still spoken of, written with, to try to ascribe some sense to it. Numb hands grapple at the ravelling tapestry of Time, trying to seize, knot, repair. The world turns on the hinge of time--or at least it is used to. Entropy gives direction to the universe. One can distinguish the past from the future by the simple gesture of dropped-and-shattered pottery. Universally, uniformly, what is broken lies still and cannot come back together. There is a before-break, a break, and an after-break. Direction. A direct line of cause to effect.

Now, that line has become a circle, a mocking figure eight. Nothing ever stops because now it’s simultaneous. Now is unfathomable. Then is unimaginable. Tomorrow is yesterday is today.

(with Kora Vee)