Matters From Ashes - 31Knots

I remember the future

It was nothing quite like it is right now

I was stuck in the the past tense, writing my history

Pausing as a person defined by now

I remember the future

It was held together by strength

Simply a mock up, merely a puppet

That could talk to my fear or whim

I was told not to sleep but rather to rethink my position

Why does purpose always point to conquest?

Motions always at rest and when moving

Everything turns liquid

A temporary sickness

I can make matters from ashes

I can sour the spoils

Biting on the skin from my own lip

And slowly recoil, I will slowly recoil

I was writing the preface

To the purpose of a future that will never exist

Groveling on all fours

Compelled to be preempted by a time I depict