Time approaches a stopping point and our view of time shifts.

What was to be is and what was is set in motion to be.

Ripples emerge from the slowing pause of time.

Moments pass like stars shooting across a lost horizon.

Nothing is as it was or ever will be again.

We see ahead into the future which bends into the past.

Searching for a foothold amongst the mounting confusion.

Seeking a trick to undo the trickery of time as it warps.