The Beginning of a Future: Prose Poem
It all began with an ellipsis
It all began with an ellipsis, an infinite pacing, a future list without an end— then staring into the matte-black heart of an ancient word which rises with claws on the end of its pen —
it began then it ended, beforetimes, too — there was a deep drift and I sank into it like a vehicle that’s happy not to have hit anything…