Sunday 3/27/2011 12:48:00 AM

the future watches us from high upon its perch. a predator by nature. drowning in our whens. we tread the choppy waters. to breathe. to live. to be hunted another day.

it's the window that lies to us. when we look out. the blunt of the world is misleading. it's edge is sharp.

the future pretends to know. where we are. where we're going. the predator. realizing its prey is mutable. sours of the hunt. her fangs decay.

the domino teeters on the brink of a fall. the burden of choice. like so many strays. the cauldron bubbles. ripe with spells. the witches continue to stir. the world stabs at the glass. but the window remains unbroken.

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