194 - Today's tomorrow, for it's gone midnight

Today’s tomorrow, for it’s gone midnight.
Today’s yesterday, for the same reason.
A perfect example of the strange flight
Of time’s arrow’s counter-clockwise teasing.
I have a shiny shield I like using
That stops it dead. I hold it in my sleep,
Or when I’m on a long drive and cruising
At eighty miles per hour: then, not a peep
Of conscious thought; kshana wide and deep
Envelops me. The world is out of sight,
And I see all that a baby sees in
The womb, a place with tower, moat and keep,
Too heavy a fortress for such a light
Arrow. Long ago, the future’s recent.
Sat 17 Mar 2007