Closet become warehouse
into the tomorrows
Shadow's twine beckon my wandering eye
Screaming down the forward tomorrow path
I come before what
may yet come
(tomorrow before tomorrow)
Glistening logic, extrapolation of
leads to beacons of what I hope are not to be
I tremble, heart shudder at my lifedoom
What is choice when it's death fast or rot?
I ran away
Warehouse become closet again
This is not capturing what I want it to capture... I like where it's going, but it needs work.