And here we are standing in the future,
with our stretched-out skin and tilted bones that rocks with the wind.
like a tempest ship waving its flag at hope,
we carry yesterday through the tunnel of our veins,
looking for a clothes iron to steam-press the creases out of our skin.
and at the end of the tunnel,
we find only nature standing in its beautiful form,
with wide stretch arms waiting to embrace acceptance.