Apocalypse Ego

The rapture is upon us.

the rupture turns this TARDIS

into a twist of New Design.

(It’s bigger on the inside.)

Kosmic in Nature,

the resplendent legislature

of outturned time.

(Elect Earth-One.)

Revealed to the corneas,

awakened, amassed,

mourning for nostalgia past the limits of memory.

(Hungry, hungry hippocampus.)

Sequence ceases.

Time unwinds.

And we wait for this next bold construction,

(Pain is over, if you-)

outside the limits of metaphor.

WE NEED A FEW FREE MINDS

TO FIGHT THE BATTLE FOR THE FUTURE,

WHAT KOSMIC NATURE FINDS.