Forever Foreward

Forever Foreword 

there in the alcoves they stand
invisible to one another
each holding maps to their narrow lives
curvaceous, thin, all shaped in lace

there in the shimmering alcoves they stand

as the waiting web of the future begins to

spin

past flooded eyes rising with the tides

of the future as the past recedes into a

dotted dwindle on a homogenous horizon

there in the funeral flowered alcoves they stand

the same words trembling on lips

waiting to ricochet as they walk as one

onto an endless aisle-warp pulling them

forever forward