What do you hold for me?
It seems like the day sways
a daze, perhaps, intertwined with feelings
It rained yesterday
a dizzying pour and a torrent of circumstance
What do you hold for me?
An omen draws up positions
Contingency and chance
Glowing or ruinous
What do you hold for me?
For all the signs form uncharted lines
Its life.
It'll happen.