Poetry: A Poem
A Whisper: A Poem by John Kremer
A poem that is sometimes faster than light
I had this one certain vision. I was running alongside the cars on the freeway running even ahead of them gloriously flowing faster than they faster than they could possibly go streaking by them as a photon of light faster than light itself as a blur exceeding even myself past the shell.
Faster yet, beyond everything, streaking even faster, beyond, beyond. Shaking loose the very fabric of existence breaking the cord severing the tie trampling upon its remains dancing as I ran shaking loose even the final fleeting fragments bursting into wild delirium.
Beyond delusion beyond chaos beyond the static pump-pump of time into that which sets the beat marching only to that drum, slowly with dignity with patience forever
And seeming in the other world to be but a flash a low hum in the wind a mere whisper then gone






