Disclaimer: Cable is not mine, not is his phenomally screwed up position in the time-space continuum. Credit for both goes to Marvel Comics. The poem, however, is all my own work, but I'm not getting any money for it. For Ali, on her Birthday.
Moebius Time II
by Dyce
Past and future, around about,
Turning 'til
I know not when I
Was are am will be should have gone.
Where I am, I
have already
Left, and when I am, I know not.
Past and Future, turning
loops,
Entrapping me in twisted coils,
Reaction comes before
action,
Responding to mistakes before,
I make them, and too late to
stop,
What will would be already gone.
I am the prisoner of time,
Her
captive throughout history.
She is my only constant, Time,
Faithless,
fickle lover, drawing
Me ever on and back again,
Weaving like a net
about me,
Full of holes, where travellers in
Time pass through.
They wound her, and
I am the worst of all, for I
Have torn and twisted
her so far
That I am lost outside her net,
No longer part of her, and
lost...
I am a failure, dismally
Behind, my work unfinished and
Undone, now and forever.
So what's to do? Wander away,
Back through
time, and seek out the loves
Lost and forgotten in my quest,
Or else
should I simply die,
Before I can do Time more harm?
I know not what to
do, I am
Afraid...
(fin)