Uploaded December 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
Controlling forces abound - a well planned plot is afoot to track, trace and keep humanity in line. We will all be asked to choose between an artificial and a real future - for ourselves and our descendents. Many will be unaware that they have such a choice. They will feel the controlled future is inevitable - it is not. There may be many dark nights ahead, but they will be followed by many dawnings. And while visions may be less distinct in twilight, they can still carry beauty. This time is special.
The Twilight of the Soul
I find myself
perched on the precipice
staring out at the void
between
breaths
between
the accelerating contractions
of re-birth.
The rock crumbles
beneath my feet.
I reach out to grasp
at nothing
but thin air.
I look behind me
but all have fled.
An eagle swoops by.
When
eras end
and
worlds collide
only those
with wings
survive.
Wingless
I remain
suspended
held aloft
for a fleeting moment
by the ever-firm
hands of
prayer.
(c)RKelly 2021
Controlling forces abound - a well planned plot is afoot to track, trace and keep humanity in line. We will all be asked to choose between an artificial and a real future - for ourselves and our descendents. Many will be unaware that they have such a choice. They will feel the controlled future is inevitable - it is not. There may be many dark nights ahead, but they will be followed by many dawnings. And while visions may be less distinct in twilight, they can still carry beauty. This time is special.
The Twilight of the Soul
I find myself
perched on the precipice
staring out at the void
between
breaths
between
the accelerating contractions
of re-birth.
The rock crumbles
beneath my feet.
I reach out to grasp
at nothing
but thin air.
I look behind me
but all have fled.
An eagle swoops by.
When
eras end
and
worlds collide
only those
with wings
survive.
Wingless
I remain
suspended
held aloft
for a fleeting moment
by the ever-firm
hands of
prayer.
(c)RKelly 2021










