Temporal Blitz

By Cliff Lake

 

Temporal Blitz

 

Darkness, darkness, doom and gloom,

So many mistakes to blend.

Who put the riffraff in this room?

What have you left to lend?

 

What is the meaning of the meaning?

When did it begin to trend?

Is there actuality in seeming?

What is this nowhere that you’ve been?

 

And you step through the doorway,

That you may change your mind.

And maybe you leave and/or stay,

And all else is left behind.

 

So you steal the clock from the near wall:

No more messages to send.

Another means to appeal the clear fall:

Another where to attend.

 

Can you step beyond the fire?

Are their dealings yet to mend?

Are you still within the dire?

Are there fissures yet to defend?

 

So, you step through the doorway,

There you may change your mind.

And maybe you leave and/or stay,

And all else is left behind.

 

Run the game, that is the way,

It’s only reality that bends.

Hail Mary play after the play,

There are tables yet to upend.

 

Here you are, welcome to the club,

Here’s the confusion that you tend.

Write your tune, wait for the overdub,

On your murky way you wend.

 

Time to step through the doorway,

Just a way to change your mind.

And maybe you leave and/or stay,

And all else is left behind.

 

Cliff Lake 11/30/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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