8 Minutes Late

The sick pale God of Dread smiled with rotten teeth,
As if to say, “Yeah! I know!”

When I accepted there was no way out,
that’s when I knew.
That’s when I died.
That’s when the dread dusted off.
The God has done his job.

But I was late to my own funeral.
That’s when I realized.
An inescapable lateness took off.
Even before this was a globe.

You can only see things in Past.
What has happened already happened.
My funeral was wrapped up,
and the mourners went home.

It was raining and I was buried,
when I reached the crystal dome.
The bell jar was the pendulum,
and the branches were the gnomes.
And the time took a bet,
The world is running late.

That’s when I realized.
The inescapable lateness.
What has happened already happened.
And I’m free.
To wonder off.
Over my dead body.
I’m free.





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