there is a future-self:
smiling at me, longing
to embrace me (and I, him)--
as skin embraces
muscle embraces
bone embraces marrow.
he has wrung blood from stone,
and beside him stands a man
more wonderful than
the infinite space between
uncountable pinpricks of light
(adorning the night with promises
that time, too, shall pass on
into oblivion
until nothing but Being remains).
beside his heart is a second:
beating in synchronicity.
between them is a future-daughter
or future-son who will bring
(raining down upon the barren land)
countless tears and the greatest of fears
and blessings more grave
than all the stars
and all of the Space
and all of the Time
in this thing our humble Human minds
perceive as the One World
(the Universe in its entirety)
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