| In this one of many cracks, in the dilapidated wall of an insignificant building, in a nameless town next to a backwoods road, there exists an imploding universe, totally oblivious to our own. It simply trudges on in its unique obscurity, striving for perfection, its own perfection, from total and unfettered dilapidation, to beyond the ether and forward, towards what was. Like the Acropolis, it grins through snaggered teeth and the wisdom of time at the arrogance of corporeal existence, with the knowledge that not even the ether is absolute. It knows no thing remains constant, and perfection itself is flawed by the light of its endless journey, towards the beginning. Even in its profound obscurity, the crack knows change is hastened even now as the rogue ant stomps through its fragile crevice, pushing it ever further along its journey-- towards The One. Eric L. Wattree |
| A CRACK IN TIME |