That moment before the future,
That directly succeeds the past.
If you’re lucky you’ll even catch it,
Through its travel; though it never lasts.
That moment before the future,
That directly succeeds the past.
If you’re lucky you’ll even catch it,
Through its travel; though it never lasts.
Losing my grip now,
and so gravity ensures
my future’s prescribed.
Gently tumbling;
prolonging,
buoyant;
like a fleck of fresh dust.
How structure and design
now discards me;
to unearth odd ceilings;
calmly engage my feet;
on hovering,
flirtatious,
ground.