Escaping to the Future from the Future Where I Stand

i put myself outside of here – past the
rows of machines cutting metal, noisy

cannibals; past the smell of it. past
the hours to go until we’re freed to

the sun; past the chronic irritation in my
pacing pacing feet. i put myself forward

to tonight, i travel to the weekend.
i watch my plans unfold, as though

they will. i believe, i think, in the future;
i believe it like a promise never broken,

never really kept. i put myself on the shore-
line of a dream i had last night: all around

me there are signs – THIS IS NOT REAL –
but i don’t heed them. characters flicker

in and out, a soft vignette beclouds the
scene. silence calls me back to a machine

that, standing, waits. it does not breathe. it
does not blink. it does not know my name.

the time in white figures flickers lazy
on the screen. all around me there are

signs, they say:
ETERNITY WEARS EVERY ROBE.

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2 thoughts on “Escaping to the Future from the Future Where I Stand

    • Thank you, Holly! I was feeling empty of words and impressions, and then this piece came to my rescue unexpectedly. I am very pleased with it, too. Thank you, as always, for commenting!

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