One Evening

Time retreats slowly as if hurt
Refracted from the moment
I lie here thinking of the past
Pondering frigid causality

Would I pass through the window of opportunity?
If I paused to breathe on the precipice
Or would virtue return to grasp my soul?
Only one choice had I, and it was taken

My mind spiralled out of control
As the laws of physics themselves weakened
And I was left battered and bruised
On the doorstep of god

Jason Edwards