Would you like

To do?
To be?
To have a razor to shave the present?
Would you, might you, could you?
As you like, we shall.
Or perhaps that period
Could be an ellipsis
Unsure of its finality
But waiting for the next
Sentence to determine how
Things might go; are you sure
That you like what you see? It 
Could be different from what
You thought, at some point
In some future, rising up from
A clouded horizon, with the
Yellow edges baring the 
Teeth of a solar completion
That we both have earned
And deserve.