Tumbling On Ahead
by Michael Matheson
I walk the New York of yesterdays, the Paris of far tomorrows. I stop in the Delhi of today; of this moment.
I tumble through space and time. Folding dark matter around me, altering the very laws of physics, I warp the curvature of existence to be one step closer to you.
We have yet to meet.
But I will find you. Whoever you are.
Because in you there is meaning in this moment.
© Michael Matheson 2011