That’s you looking out of gleaming high windows
over a future stretched out and waiting.
Also you after that view disintegrates
revealing frozen truths long hidden:
stumbling along a splintered jetty
towards the horizon past ice holes
where trapped whales surface, gasping for air.
Still you following the path to your show trial
in a flickering aura of mosquitoes,
breathing the smoke of hidden murder
rising from burning ruins reflected
in the eye of a dog in a spaceship.
When the surge is over you shrink back,
a pebble eternally buried in the earth
surrounded by tight-packed darkness.
Published in Cyphers
S.C. Flynn 
Through gleaming windows, the self glimpses futures and fates, yet as illusions dissolve, truths emerge amidst frozen landscapes and paths of trials. In the cosmic dance, existence unfolds, a pebble cast into the vast expanse, forever entwined with the enigma of shadows and the resilience of buried light.