Our inevitable fate
Looms silently over dark horizons,
Plodding and falling in perpetual motion, every minute and hour,
Like a waterfall into a city of ghosts.
And streams of energy carry us to rivers and oceans and far off lands of unknown origin,
like lost explorers in dream-like states.
And there we coalesce and wait and formulate into new and continuous and infinite possibilities.
Stories waiting to be born.
We set the stage and the curtain is drawn,
as we fall silently asleep into a vague darkness
and wait for our future to unfold again.