I stole the future, and stuffed it into a sack of visions
I wandered through the webs of time, careful as a spider
I wove strings of possibilities, each lighted thread a snare
I hid in truth’s shadow, orbiting the event horizon
I shut my eyes against the dark, and I whispered to the void
While I slipped beyond the veil of knowing
Unbecoming I
Given at the New Shit Show Minneapolis
Tatterwood Gallery

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