There are times and places

That appears the same                               

Moments in moments

That screams out pain

Individuals passing

With the latency of eye

Unaware of their dualities

That represent contrasting styles

There are societies passing

Through the scopes of time

People interfacing

With the past

Presenting problems for the future—

 

There are times and places

That appears the same

Only the environment has changed

As cultures and customs transition

Through that mirror-fabric of time

Many artifacts remain the same

For time is the constant reminder

That entwines our worlds together

No matter the reality of the moment—

 

As I look for clarity in each window

About stories of parallel worlds

That speaks to horrific tells

Which influences others

That ignites our fears

With chaos and destruction

That creates our paradox

A future altered by another—

 

There are times and places

That appears the same

Only the intervals of the period moves-on

Berated for centuries of turmoil

Is this the future, we seek?

The relinquishing of one world

For the survival of another—               

 

There are times and places

That goes back-n-forth in time

That appears all the same

Only the ocular landscape

And transformation of humanity has changed—

 

Written by G E Shaw

From Poetry of the Soul, Prophecy