by Catherine Baucom
A lost soul wandering whimpers
Spanning the nightmare gulfs of space and time
Risking dissolution and death
letting the body’ ultimate particles
Be drawn across the pits of time to be
Resembled in this far distant day.
A sibilant voice as alien
As everything else around him
Not afraid of great peril but tremble now.
I have not violated your mental privacy
But I cannot help receiving your emotions.
Veiled unknown forced cowled, indefinable
Hammer of mental force shattered with inconceivable power
A damned soul looking out for a split second
From a place of everlasting punishment
Sought to grip out minds.
From another universe the invaders came
Not through time
Not through space
But through the web – –
That network of force patterns that crossed the matrix
of realities in which existed the alternate worlds.