Everyday Is Someday

loud minds
discard the many futures
eternally as snakeskin
as a plastic glowstick
nescient of the night
coursing mornings’ brief
unwise hope
and the air of Earth
like one deformed breath spread across
the once-crystal planet
observing as if from orbit
your own life, the avatar
you choose to be without knowing
annihilates all realms out of sight
and from just above the currents
between waters a discarnate you
sings darkly through the rustling of dead thoughts:

someday this darkness will have a purpose.