Fun-house mirror universe
Mirror-time runs from the future.
We scurry from the past, dance
in some now to big-bang tunes.
Big-bang music plays, lots of horns,
rhythmic chords jazzing the space-
time continuum to sultry vocals and
Fancy brass resounds, a present
about halfway between birth-death,
end-beginning. Desire seeks continuity—
entropy choreographs standing ovations.
Glass-water dances over mossy rocks,
wears away mountains. Crust
stretches to the sparking sun,
rushes clear, cold blood down its skin.