A Measure of Intricate Riddles
Dreams of a future self hastily
scrawled on fragments of
withered note paper, tightly
sealed in corked bottles cast to
the sea—messages meant to
find me in my past.
Words are my passion, powered
with wings—an exposé of peculiar
sensitivity. I’m the astral riptide
that never wanes.
My inevitability is merely a
measure of intricate riddles
covertly disguised in a
quantum of cause and
consequence.
I watch from years
ahead, awaiting
my arrival.