Time Loops

I am navigating through collapsed strings,
which snap at the touch of a grim future.

I try to land in the magnetic field
of the closed curve between reason and no-time,
to analyze the continuous variables of this equation.

I have reached the emerging collapse,
where all the energy of time that never advanced concentrates.

I am at the end — and at the beginning — of the cycle,
where I found time and a continuous space
that, at some point, became dissociated.

This is the present,
and that is the past...

There should be a future here,
but instead, I have found a closed curve that starts over.

Someone tells the free will 
that one of his allies has stolen time's will,
and in its place, designed this prison.

A cage of time and mirrors that distracts the winner,
and gives the loser time to turn the story in their favor.

Whoever created this, obviously, was not satisfied
with any of their futures...
and in the end, they changed them.

Imperfect reflections.
Cracks in the pattern.
Repetitions that do not fit.
Delayed shadows.
Fragments of memories without owners.
Scraps of an equation scribbled
on surfaces of boards no one ever calculated.

I am close to the dead-end
of the diagram of broken strings searching for their root.

And I keep trying to rescue the pieces of life,
floating, resurrecting, and dying,
in this universe trapped in an endless cycle.

An inventory of data is necessary —
for the "irrelevant" events —
at each starting point where time,
instead of advancing, fractured.

I want to understand the reasons why
someone would lock another inside a prison without time,
without explanations... or the excuse of a greater good.

The most relevant details lie there,
in the floating "irrelevant" fragments,
coming from a scar.

Thank you for taking the time to read and journey with me through these words. Your support means more than you know. ❤️✨📚