lenses on a fresh horizon
I am locked into the future. Eyes bearing down on what is to come my way, no deviations, absolved from uncertainty. Everything becomes a purer tomorrow. Everything a leap and bound to prosperity assigned to me from birth. Long after my death, my husk rises up to rekindle the flames of my sureness. The right, the ordained truths. All of it, mine for time in perpetuity.
the lenses track the bird, flying through the heavens beyond the point we know longer know it.
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