Physical pain is sobering;
It limits your focus to the essentials.
Without the extraneous,
You can only see tomorrow
With its death mask blooming
In celebration to the immediate
And no more.
There is no future beyond my eyes
Unless I labor myself to open the door
Or ascend the stairs or exhaust myself
For as far as these crutches can take me.
But it’s tiring, and shortens my gaze.
And though I’ve never been able to see the future,
Right now, I can’t even try.
I am me 