Foresee

for we are specks of dust who somehow managed

to coalesce and mistake meaning for sense. Yes,

 

we are no more than what this moment calls

for, and I should not be even writing you

a poem, at least

not yet. For collapse is on its

way, it always is. I wonder what is

taking it too long. I wonder what

will it take

 

to pull you down to

Earth and stay longer, if only

For a little

more

time.

 

—–

foresee, for C.

Thank you Niqi for the form suggestion <3

 

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