by Nick Gisburne
I panic at the moment of the change
Relieved for every buckle, every belt
The bump between dimensions, twisted, strange
Convinces every molecule to melt
A crush, a pain, a pressure of the chest
Vibration, without energy or sound
Disturbance too relentless to digest
As horrifying as it is profound
Behind the present, buried, is the past
The stitches sewn across the seams of time
Resistant to distortion, break at last
And now I touch my planet at its prime
Destroy what was and everything must turn
Do nothing and the world will surely burn
