Past, meet Future

Aflutter with grandeur
but built to shatter
I crawl stained marble
for common place,
or higher ground.

Whoever thought that
your steps would match
my steps was cruel indeed
and left only ash and remains
to ponder.

Tonight is oppressive and
these walls can't keep
us out nearly as well as they
keep us in; safe in embrace.

Overhead, the air sirens
scream themselves hoarse.
Some will see this as
a blink in time,
a possible percussive last dance.

Silence.
The long stall.
I wish it was the last stall
but it's become the long stall
too frequent.

This is no reintroduction --
I've heard your warning calls--
know you mean to do me harm
as I seek a second fetal state.