And when the time comes

And when the time comes
that what you thought
begins to tarnish and rust
and the burnished flecks
of what you believed
inevitably
lay piled on the ground
I hope only that
in their place
a white light appears
and is fed
until it grows wider
than your narrow
point of view
and you see that
friction causes fires to burn
and that fire destroys
without exception.
Time won't stand still
waiting for you to catch it up
and you needn't be standing on
the wrong side of history
when what is certain
takes both of your hands
and pulls you into a living
that recognises
that we all rise and fall
and that
there is only harm
to be done
when we hold onto
what seperates us.