I Flew Into Sky-City – Michel Montecrossa

I flew into Sky-City and simultaneously
the timebody entered a continuous
stream of multidimensional changes of all timelines.
It was a web, a dance, a sea of dust
transfiguring all concepts of past, present and future.
It was like an ocean of timedrops like innumerable waves
and tubes suddenly converging,
revealing new things or suddenly imploding
and exploding repeating in strange ways
things already seen before.

… itself in a grandiose Deja Vu image-storm
dotted with lightning and thunder of
totally new impressions.
I became a free timetraveler, or rather time traveled me.
At one of the timeline convergings
I left my U.F.O. and stepped into Sky-City.
It was modeled after
earthly Paris out of photonic time-particles
by a living intelligence
that escaped my comprehension.
There was a meaning in all,
but it could not be understood – and
perhaps that was the meaning:
not to be understood.

One of my existences
which were now thrown together at random
was a musician, a singer, a songwriter.
In this timeflux I somehow could hold
to my songs and to my guitar.
They had a great power over time,
and so I moved on.