today ill share a poem (im no poet) i wrote forever ago as im looking through old sketch books and notebooks. please remember im no poet
"if i only knew"
"all fortunes foretold,
i will someday stand in your reflection,
trembling while the heavens laugh and sing the story of my struggle in this two-bit complex configuration,
and father, all fortunes foretold that i would someday watch you die,
in fear my heart reaches for my own reflection,
for its thin eternal certainty,
only to find that my seeming has fled this world with you and that now i stand alone,
with all fortunes foretold my eternal certainty was long ago assured its exit and now the task of assembling a new seeming has caught me in a prison of blood and semen,
if only the heavens would once again sing the sweet seductive secrets of the dawn could i attempt this foredoomed task of replicating and replacing my own identity"
again im no poet and i know it but i thought it might be fun to share witth no real expectations. for people so into moz and poetry in general im somewhat surprised that there isnt more fan pieces floating around here.