Submissions by StolenHour (George Allan)

In the rear view mirror I see myself asleep in the back,
the road trailing out behind me like the future in reverse,
littered with all the stuff I'm going to do.
The stuff I did this morning closest.
My final days just there on the horizon.
The rest of my days in between.

Ahead there's all I've ever done
and I'm condemned to relive it,
revisit each indiscretion,
mistake and
act of villainy.
A few moments of joy.

And the car I'm driving is the inside of my head.
The windscreen is my eyes.
The one asleep in the...

Come closer fog.
Roll nearer over that stunted and familiar landscape.
Hide from my sight the trees I've know from seed and know too sure will die.
Obscure this day from me, born yesterday, already birthing my tomorrow.

Come closer fog,
until your cold grey fingers stroke shut my eyes.
Make the march of time not a river advancing but a calm ocean
and remove the ground from beneath my feet.

Free me from my tethers of determinism and fate
the causes of all we do and the effects of all we make
from the certainty that morning follows...