I speak in a broken rhythm
peer into the un-tempered schism of existence
time travelling within distances without resistance.
Time is relative
as are actions
and human beings are wanted distractions
so I am employed by the universe as a saviour
time wars,I walk in eternity
from maternity infinite to finite realities
but I bring death and fear where ever I go
sometimes a harlequin
sometimes a joker
A broker of peace
with a new face after they make me deceased.
I fly in the depths of space
the medusa cascades
it holds my name and yet is a riddle.
By Daniel Hooks