• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

Temporal Vertigo

Time is warping,
falling away, too soon.
Under a blood-red moon
only the child is oblivious
to gravity's push & pull.

We have loved,
vows sealed with a ring,
brought life into being,
this briefly held joy,
so fleeting, so full.

Stop, look up,
and watch yourself
fall to earth. Remember
to catch it on camera
on the way down.

The skin o' the moon,
scarred and wrinkled
much like our own,
time-drubbed on its
long arc to dust.