Pains Frames & Autonomous Bills

pieces of the future i see

perhaps a glimmer from another plane

burn out before they turn out

and are

never

seen

again

slowly crossing off events

that will never come to be

ruling out all of the places

that i will never get to see

closing off all these other lines

all so strange bizarre and cruel

i turn to the future i burn in the past

making the memories smell like spilt fuel

an aromatic and heady smelling mixture

of hope pain loss and regret

all the times across all the lines

removing the essence of things not yet set

they are here they are there

close to touch but so far away

futures nulled possibilities culled

and assigned a shade of grey

they didn't exist they couldn't persist

until their beginning was their very end

nothing left to bleed need or heed

and the nothing left to heal repair and/or mend

i can preserve or avoid a moment in time

it's either gone or will be here forever

juggling the lines the planes and the times

to link the now and the never together