CHASING THE FUTURE

by June 10, 2025 0 comments

Chasing
the future

like
mustangs of fury galloping into a terrible nothingness

but
returning to yesterday, the unholy, haunting home of

yearlings
in the wild, darting & bolting across dark pastures

barren & unadorned, vast & bleak, bereft of beauty,
without

a
fuchsia flower to adorn & fill the harrowing Void,

covered
with Cimmerian emptiness, unblessed in the whirling wild

Chasing
the future

but
returning to yesterday, an eerie realm of unfathomable mystery

forever
seducing me into a vastness of death ineffable & unforgiving

whispering
softly like a lost lover, smothering me with her succulent breasts

as we plummet & vanish into nowhere

editors note:

In every moment, the future is now! – mh clay

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