Can you foretell tomorrow?
The past lives in my poems!
The future in my dreams.
I will meet my end one day, a certainty.
Echoes rebound!
In the flashing synapses of my brain
I am incomplete:
while my wholeness is in search of truth!
My words bleed while I dissect my beliefs,
There are debts to settle !
But only after full disclosure, from the universe.
The past is cast in granite, exposure to full scrutiny,
I stand in arrogance, finger to all religion
My God, no bed fellow of theirs.
