Outer Bezel

　　Shall never see death

　　Can`t say I missed it. It was all there at the tip

　　 of my outstretched courage, fallen kingdoms

　　 and future kings, the mistaken cure, the accidental

　　 miracle. Like wearing God`s glasses

　　 and creeping across the edge of

　　 his mighty watch, the glassy sphere

　　 of her clock. Out here in the corners of things,If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

　　 everything collects. The lush garden, sprawling

　　with apples and eternal life, sharing a plot

　　 with the Subway on Main and the hidden

　　 harbor in Peru. Pirates plundering the wealth

　　 of astronauts, warriors battling the books

　　 accountants balance. Alice`s pale rabbit

　　does not prance or prowl here. Skate across

　　 the glassy surface and smile at the clock`s

　　 hands—either moving too fast to see, or too slow

　　 to notice. The history of everything on display,

　　 ticking down to a new creation, an old destruction.

　　I guess I`ll never be late again