This is how it ended …
Seconds exploded…
Leaving shrapnel in the space between minutes.
Hours retreated across space until time was an abstraction
looking for a home in motion.
Hiding from perception
But…It was intercepted by a fellow named god who used it as flint “Let there be light,” he spoke.
Minutes anchored on these words and tried to escape to the past
and found home
In an hourglass
This is how it all began…
LindiWait is a writer of things from Johannesburg, South Africa