Which Tomorrow?

The future is a slightness.
Tremors carry abstractions
More reliably than concrete.
Across bilious fields that can't
Imagine forgetting.
I sat on, crafting childhood hypotheses.
Wandered, wondered, will edits
Save a sole condemned plan?
Punctuation's sudden necessity
At the question mark's appearance;
Don't tell me it's a portrait
I didn't sit to stand.