Canteen of Thoughts 3
Time then divulges that I’ll forever fail to harvest ample faith to trust that individuals, that us impotent humans, can prophesies our destination that is scribbled quietly in steps pressed over every corner of the world––people cannot know.
The sun began to sprout
from the soil of the unlit sky
in a style that guzzled down a mess
of emotions from the tank of my core.
I’d gamble on this sight, that
if all other could inspect
the heavens through the lens I held,
that if I could always possess
such a lens, the syrupy fruits of the bitter world
would glide into our laps;
pain would, for a beat, be pushed
to the back caverns of the mind,
and fate, destiny, would shape shift
into an entity far more palpable.
Minutes gave me my destination,
as I crawled across arctic hills
to the monumental door of the bathroom.
The feeling then drove off from my fingertips,
and intermission scattered
throughout the whirling in