You lurk behind the Antarctic wall
waiting to strike with precision
hitting the core
the baseline
of Earth’s third-dimensional floor.
A lost ship reappears
centuries vanish
as the veil thins
allowing humans to see
what was hidden for billions of years.
No need for a time machine
to break the barrier of resistance
and slid graciously,
unnoticed
between planets aligned horizontally.
Stars are portals
projected onto a screen
tricking you into believing
a story that’s changing constantly.
The multidimensional game
is exquisite in its perpetuity
Breathe calmly
to be able to manipulate energy
and create from the zero-point field.
I’ve been here before.
I’ve seen this unfold.
The timeline has been altered.
That much I know.
Hopping between dimensions
has transformed you before.
What makes you think
you can escape the illusion,
the trap you once formed?
Sovereignty.
This is all I’m left with.
Nothing to trade,
nowhere to fade
I continue to travel back and forth,
and yet, time will never change.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
Original poetry without using AI.
Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki
Originally published on the blockchain at KriszRokk
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