Barely touching the ground emitting no sound flashing by in a blood red sky on a wave of wind so high that no trace can be found of those affected by a profound sense of deja vu having been here in this palace in the before waiting for today to collide with this space once more inverted like the pulling off of a glove time parallels the movement of the universal clock inside is out and in reverse humanities savior and its curse to experience negative and positive simultaneously living in the opposite trying desperately to abbreviate then elongate never able to deviate from the warp and weft of inevitable unrest ever in the magnetic thrall of all that is the center trying to escape the vortex a certain fate failing to equate life with the end of endless time and the beginning of time