Future Tense from Hunting Dust by Slake/Thirst

imagine you remarry, two
families expand and go
on to displace
my favorite tastes
on holidays and summer breaks

perpetual january
unending yet temporary
i know, it bends
my common sense
And intercepts the future tense

[I know it bends
It burns and intercepts
The future tense]

More thoughts than I can bury
Pairs of hands, enough to carry me off
I feel a rush
I cannot fight
It’s all around
But out of sight

Decision, arbitrary
Sometimes wisdom, often varied with luck
It won’t add up
It’s not alright
It’s over now
It’s out of sight

Condition February
Another (kind of) equinox, in theory

it ends, it bends (It won’t add up)
the future tense (I’m not alright)
And tempers what light is
left (It’s all around, but out of sight)

• Alternative
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