Future (Poem)

Figments never firmer
Stretch beyond my view
Thickly laced in shadow
No purview

Daunting tension
Are they mine? Are they yours?
Which are image?
Which are sure?
Should we know?

Catch my breath
Crowded vision
Cannot see what’s here and now
Overlaid with if’s and how’s
Need to rest

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