here now to no where in a
vehicle of mist 
elsewhen
in a time 
where the sun sets
inside the earth

you have not been wounded in a while 
the eye 
of the spiral exterior 
of the storm and the stars are engines
of time

release the night you hide in
the dark afar you
wear like a hat in the light
lest the sun 
bleach matter

space is a mirror and the heart 
is a haunted reflection
time is lore 
non-local 
an Aleph 
dripping through splinters
between dimensions

you are not supposed to be here
everything happens for a reason