Just Ahead
Before the ending, there is this other self -
it is a little ahead of me.
He does not look back,
only I look back, imagine a path
all the way to the middle
of a spiral foretelling.
I imagine I am still a seed,
(it being a genetic code
that has to be unwound through
spit and blood).
Maybe the acorn knows
or he knows who comes after me
carrying my soul like a dead moth,
and smiling with a secret knowledge
as if he were kind.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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