not a matter of choice
more prospects of maturity
yet to be attained
they're future things - scenes
glimpsed or guessed from
mutable presentiment
and yet you're here and
now - a malignant portent
waiting patiently
where direst signs lack
authority to make malefic
mayhem out of contempt
so you're biding time
debating whys and wherefores -
a prophetic sage
© 29 March 2012, I. D. Carswell
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