Waves of Vanishing Futures
by Noel Ihebuzor
Trapped in the endless motion of time,
Yet still—unmoving,
As shadows drift past and we drift past shadows.
All fixed, locked in the quiet geometry of my steps.
Hindsight—an illusion, foresight—drowned in tides of effluvia,
where futures vanish, pasts re-echo, reappear and futures past multiply….
Unending, unseen.
Reflections 