She's nearly prophetic these days
Not necessarily about what
but that
and when
but not exactly
and certainly not why
On the Horizon
the first feelings riding that first photon of the happening
Theoretically
Everything rides Something
It's hard to know when you've become food
The moment arrives, and before you know it
You're food
the Hierarchy is not not-real
my ability or lack thereof to overcome or succumb will
undoubtedly
be better than some and worse than others
Something snatches you
The moment arrives, and before you know it
This is it
She sees
not-because she is special
but rather
because she is willing
Today is not your day
The moment arrives, and before you know it
You wriggle free
I am Free
yet Lost
Arms wide, you fly
The moment arrives, and before you know it
You're hungry
She awakens
And you see her see you
My soul refuses to believe
She stands
You ask why
I ask why
She waits
You wait
I wait
She collects you
You do not resist being collected
I see
She looks at me
You look at me