The universe ends like a raindrop into a puddle.
It empties slowly as the storm rages.
The pounding of the drums is incessant and
in my attempts to escape I grow numb.
The skies are made of blinding diamonds.
Fear and electricity burn at my nose as
I taste, at last, a bitter hope.
The ticking of my watch, golden and forgotten,
feels like the caress of silk.
The echos of Captain Jack Harkess’s words woke
something in my memory that was so much more
than Utopia could ever offer.
To me. To anyone.
I never truly forgot the watch.
An old man has so much in his past that he often forgets
how much can be in his future,
where life could take him if he focused.
And suddenly the Tardis was real for me.
I was young again because I looked at the face of time.
Chan, And who are you, Doe? Were her last words that never mattered.
The ethereal police box of rebirth wrote
the first new pages of my tale.
My sanity was as stalwart as a leak in a dam.
I danced across time and skipped through the annals of history
to bring nightmares for Christmas.
The Master asks for nothing, but always takes,
for in the months ahead
spheres will rain from the skies
and all hope will shrink to nothingness.
The watery song of the Doctor washes over all.
They’ll always forget him if he saves humanity.
Allons-y!
Time kicks off its shoes and falls, delighted, into a recliner
Even as it comes to an end under a sky made of diamonds.
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