Vellum
A yellowed plane of being
Is turned by a furious hand
As I dance from scene to scene
Running amid the world of yesterdays.
They shout out to me:
“Save us!” The scream
As a jeweled tear drips from my eye
For poor the unseen, unheards.
Yet we are forgotten,
Permanently tethered
To the plane
As the world about us changes
I look about the edge of infinity
Upon our world,
Like none before
And for the last moment I dance
For the last moment I skip
For the last moment
My heart
Feels joy
