Complementing The Future

By complementing the future
She crafted the present.
Her words revealing a truth
Others couldn’t yet see.
Not for lack of trying,
But because she hadn’t yet spoken.
The truth was merely a dream,
Waiting for her birth it into reality.
Now here, its eternal nature is manifest.
The future, now present, informs the past,
And thus, her words were true before she ever spoke them.

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

What Truth

What truth
Do you hope to find
Scrying into oblivion?

This moment
Holds more depth
Than yesterday’s silence

To search
Is to destroy

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly