Fate fornicates with truth

 Splash a little of tomorrow on me today
Let me clean the past off with it
Fat from next week for soap
predictions optimistic hygienic

I'll look into this bathwater right here
To see reflections of things yet to pass
the surface slightly rippling
Forming the membraine of this eye

splinters of truth piercing it
Go, darling swim across it
let me see your stroke
your kick

tadpoles breed in your movement

days and weeks fall into my hands

Reality my own knack for vision

Toads and newts vibrate me back to life

Velocity along this timeline looping
Echoing cobra coils and hissing whispers
Digestion of cosmos
Burp of the divine