World in a Time Capsule

night blinded medium

willing captive of summoned dreams

call on again plans drawn on mirage

tend for them then, those to be remembered;

those that lay asleep

sandwiched

by silhouettes of future memories

and faith on the

solitary oracle's

envisioned past

sights, thoughts

beliefs

feelings corporeal

cradled, enraptured

in

oblivious

moments of

suspended time

breathe in