THE SKIN OF TIME
Richard Grove
Time buckled and then it came to a stand still,
The earth came to a jarring stop.
Nothing in the universe moved,
not an electron spun
or star pulsed.
The skin of time was pealed back to expose,
the black of nothingness,
and then laid back down for all to start up again.
Not even did I exist for that millisecond.
Beauty and love evaporated with light into darkness.
Trees, rocks, the grass
were all sucked into their own shadow.
Everything was sill.
No motion, No light.
Fun and laughter melted from faces,
jammed into the black pit of pupils.
Fear, pain and anger vanished into the same blackness,
where everything else temporal rested.
Nothing existed for that millisecond between thoughts.
All was still and painless.
