future tense

once our eyes are open
and we begin to breathe
nothing is promised
nothing is revealed

yet now i sense
the approach of ecstasy
not with eyes or ears
or hands or mouth
but somewhere deep
in my everdreaming mind

there is no logic
there is no fact
only the faintest stirring
of feathered wings
a subliminal chime in silver

we cannot know the timeline
of what is meant to be
but even this
even knowing nothing is promised
does not still the song


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