The line came to me again…
Is it actually there?
I kept “persisting” this time, and poof,
From the mist it appeared.
This time around, though
In addition to the line,
I saw people
And faces
One of which was mine…
An older self, or a younger
I can’t really be sure
But I knew I saw a version of me
It was clear and present and pure
He wasn’t standing next to me, or beside me or near
He was on the other side of this “line”
This ditch
This tear
The fissure in reality
This split in time and space
He wasn’t pleased with my actions
It was apparent by his face
He opened his mouth to speak
They all began to chant
A language I couldn’t detect
But an energy I could perceive
The energy was the opposite of everything I stood for
It went against everything I believed
And then… silence
