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, past re-echo, reappear  and futures multiply….

Unending, unseen.