The Seer.
I cannot remember yesterday, I do not know today, I only see tomorrow. I see the future. Time is a bluish flux in a glass bottle, somewhere in the back of my mind. I can see through the hue, as space and time bends. In my mind. In the universe of my mind.
I can reach tomorrow, but I cannot touch it. It slips through the fingers of my mind like sand. Time shifts, time ebbs, time flows. Time. Endless time. No beginning, no end, only oceans of time drifting and roaring in the gales of eternity. Time without end. Mind without end. Time and mind; eternity and the universe. And still it flows on unceasing.
A million years is like a minute in my mind, a day might last forever. Time is relative; a half-full glass of blood. Sweet, like fresh water to a thirsty man, and as sharp as an old woman’s wit. No boundaries, no law, no master. The power of absolute freedom. An iron chain running on forever unbroken. Time.
Time in my mind in a little glass bottle. I see through the blue hue. I see you. Your beginning and end. Mankind flits by. Evolution blossoms like a scarlet flower. And yet time flows. Time flows on. Time being swept like clouds of sand in the desert dunes of my mind. Infinity…
…and more time.
I can see the future…
