The Future Is Beyond

This trauma, I promise to remember. I wonder if in December… By the time presents arrive. If I will still feel deprived. Of a better past year. Renewal of the past is what I fear. But for now, the present has captured us all. In a photo, that I will bind to this wall. So when I enter the year and beyond. I can look back at a treatment that I am fond. Unlike the times I overslept. In that dingy delirium that I left.