The Future
“In silence, like the night, she slithers into the present The mist in her hands, the future keeps—she knows
In her heart— is the truth, she never knew
Battered, mildew, and scorched, but fresh
Perplexed, of the unknown, that is known
As in silence, like the night, she slithers into the present
Cause, knowing, there it is
The future