Waiting For…

I’m here,
I think,
A flash in the Palaeolithic,
A half breath,
Outcast on bones
And broken things,
Alone and tangled in thoughts
I roam without cause of consequence.
I see,
I see worlds in stars that once gave light,
Ghosts in the faces of strangers
And time as worn memories
To grasp, to hold,
To let go
And ink the darkness as it creeps
Because I never leave,
Never leave this sitting room,
This chair.
I’m here,
I think,
Waiting for time to catch up.

Copyright ©RMC August 2018

Ragtag Daily Prompt for Thursday,  30 August 2018  —  TELEPORT

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