Thoughts of tomorrow
Fill me, the steady advance
Of time’s progression
Incalculable
The future beyond my reach
Within sight, maybe?
The maybes gather
Like dust drifting in the wind
Nothing in its wake
The reckoning comes
As a trough follows the wave
Choice and consequence
Always occupy
The same space, sequenced by time’s
Differential
We are blind to it
Incapable and inept
Drowning in chaos
Swallowed by the sea
Swimming with Leviathan
Blood-meal for Typhon
Each step leaves its mark
A lifetime of walking stirs
Up a lot of dust
Possibilities
Infinitely changeable
Variegation
The dust mote falling
New worlds are born, divided
Leibnitz is laughing
The echo of dreams
Weakening in the wind, slip
Into yesterday
