I am walking ahead of myself
in some penchant mystery
so he tells me at an intersection
of sorts that events unknown to us
that the future has a path of its own
that our progeny will take their place
among the cosmos
and we will take our place among their shadows
because this is the right way of things
and this is the way of time
and time is the way of life
and life is the way of death
that destiny will capture us with ease
and that these spiritual truths are meant to appease.
Living in your mouth these days,
I am on the edge of my ears.
I can never enter time here.
Never shorten my breath.
We take the class to fail the test and never rest among the shadows.
My tongue flutters in anxious sympathy,
for the one who needs nothing but peace of mind.