this one's more normal this one came to me all as one thing in the middle of the night
Na'arut Musa
The future is on the side of no one
but the future. The future is always,
only for itself. When I measure me
against the future, I am least.
The future is pre-eminent, as such
it may be my birth, threading me
to itself, arachnaean ending. And
look on me in light, light from the future,
a radiance diffuses me in it -
nihilated by brightness, pushing me
backwards from its side - from
the side of future times.
The future travels over past me, rays
bake stray dark hair - absorbing, pressing.
The future, sun ungrasped and guide:
loft, describing all, the future does not
suffer to be seen.
When I see from the side of the future,
I strain to see me through its eyes -
it steels my face. I watch unrecognised.
After night has lit on
night, and day chased after day, in time
I face the future and confess:
"For nothing in return,
I am on your side."