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| When the Veil Thins |
Chronos Whispers in Reverse
I touch the old photograph, edges worn from contemplation. Time—that merciless river—suddenly ripples beneath my feet as the room dissolves around me. I am falling, floating, unmade and remade with each heartbeat.
The Greek villa rises around me, impossibly white against deepening twilight. Women with eyes like dark wells carry water from the fountain, their laughter a music I understand though words remain foreign. I follow them, a ghost among the living, wondering if they sense my presence—a ripple in their reality, a whisper from a future they'll never see.
Night falls like a veil. In the distance, drums pulse beneath silver moon. Some ritual perhaps, some celebration of mysteries my modern mind cannot comprehend. I'm drawn to it, wondering whether black magic or science has summoned me here—to this primal rhythm civilization has forgotten.
Morning arrives with cruel swiftness. The nebulous white of dawn erases night's reverie. I feel myself fading, molecules returning to their proper place in time's tapestry.
Black magic ticking
Nocturne shrouds stark Greek Villa—
Nebulous white dawn
Words I included in my poem: black magic, nebulous white, Nocturne, Greek Villa
I wrote this poem for a prompt at dVerse Poets. Today we were to write a hiabun about time traveling.