Something Else

​As I write this manuscript
I see on the horizon
Something else,
A figment of my imagination
Becomes reality
As the words of my book
Come to life
And the holy book is the oracles
Last stand,
The Gray Moth comes alive
Today for tomorrow,
The reason for my existence
Changes
And I live,
Songbirds follow the music
From several timelines,
Stand up!
The sun in my eye
The earth moves
The infinity dial spins
Torture ceases for unjust reasons
People go to sleep
Dark sounds reside
Turbulence turns to peace.