Just one small glimmer…

     Will you listen…, just a little while?

Too shallow for the depths, she folded in grip of fear.
Nothing I could do…, her fear unexpected…, I stood back
as she withdrew into the blackness…, unlike the deep.

And so go many young…, sans nurture…, into the abyss,
oblivious…, for no one told them of the great light beyond.
And so they go…, lost…, unreachable…, out of sight.

So much I could have done for them, but alas…,
many of evil take hateful toll…, unwelcome,
unwelcome by the shores of the river Styx.

Still, there are many others I can help,
if they don’t discount the depths, yes,
the ones that are reachable…, real.

Somehow they think it is all fantasy,
so its deeper reality is lost to them.
If I could show them just one brief glimpse,

just one, I know I could help them. - •wan sigh•

--RK, 11:52pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/7/2016
     There’s so much I could tell you…, so listen
     a while for your deep home…, from within.+

I have my own time machine…,

     “Something…, calls to me. - I’ve got to find out why.”

…and you know what? - It really works rather well.
All I have to do is sit in my imagination’s chair, but
I don’t allow it to do the work. - It’s my trampoline.
It doesn’t like being used to open doors it cannot.

You see, that’s the trick, if you understand it.
That’s right, I’ve been here a very long time and
I’ve learned how to shut it up and use it as a tool.
It works quite wonderfully actually…, and then,

then there’s drift. - Using billiard “English,”
there are many different things you can do,
but we won’t go there, because far more vital
issues await in dire need to be addressed.

Time is important, but its subjective perception
can be manipulated, though not time itself. - So,
if you see what I mean, from “there” I could find
my next step…, with all the time I needed.

It’s not that I was way ahead of you, but that you
were far behind “when” you couldn’t catch up.
It’s okay, I won’t take advantage of ignorance, rather
of knowledge you never wanted to pursue…, uncaring.

You never reached for time’s “finish line,”+ all
your own doing, leaving me far ahead…, alone.
But I’m in good company of angels who are quite
unencumbered with time…, for they work beyond it.

I know this…, for I climb their same ladder.+ - •selah•

--RK, 1:26amEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/3/2016
     “Something… calls to me…, the trees are drawing me near…,
       …now I’m on my way.”+