"End Times."
"Galaxies run from us.
Don't look.
Was this the meaning of the warning in the Garden?
When a dreamer sees she's dreaming,
it causes figments to disperse.
Black bars and dots of low cloud, almost a signature
reflected on a sunset marsh.
Luxuriant and spurious code, as art,
as if we were meant to think, beautiful, so we do,
and a ripple travels in one spot.
When something reaches the speed of light,
it will appear to freeze, growing
gradually less meaningful.
Being able to look at water soothes the anxious,
emptiness between thoughts.
I think again and again about the way the water looks.
I can keep each thought longer by writing it down.
The process of writing this sentence
is time consuming in itself, almost irritatingly slow,
so now I rush and jumble the letters.
It occurs to me that later I may not
be able to read what I wrote."