A Day Without Yesterday

And thus …
An indefinite singularity of imagination
Ripped through a lifeless pure black paltry,
To spew its cosmic gametes
Into a womb named time.

This alpha …
Of original realities to futures yet to be
Postulating inescapable apocalyptic illusory,
And unfolding the creativeness
Of consciousness itself.

So now …
Multiples of tomorrows upon tomorrows
Pollute the perfections of vast nothingness,
Leaving only globules of solar waste
Where there alone, is man!

by Phillip Gallant

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