…and almost-dark

Everything seen and unseen, has already been dreamed
somewhere in the dark corners of the night
there are threads to everywhere and nowhere
and if searched for they can never be found
if escaped from, relentlessly they will hunt their prey
every thought and every feeling has already been thought and felt
for we are the echoes of old souls, those who came before
even our words are not our own
long ago they were spoken in a language we have never known
our songs too have already been sung
here in the eddies of time we are all as one
there are no lucid moments here
for everything is painted in ambiguity
invisible rivers of nebulous whispers circle unseen in the abyss
the past present and future, indistinguishable
in this shadowy nocturnal realm
a world of half-light and almost dark
where nothing is certain and nothing is true
a kaleidoscope of chaos and madness constantly shifting
as time keeps drifting
we have lost the will to defend ourselves
a virtual divide and conquer, where resistance is always futile
for this is the way of all things, our existence is intangible
we are unseen and unheard, just distant static in the mist
our cold fingers constantly reaching in emptiness
our distant voices a brief distortion
too brief to be recognised as life
we are ghosts displaced from another realm
as fragile as butterflies
from a place now left behind
destined to be lost again and again
in the endless shadows of time
© Ann Bagnall