Under the Clouds of the Future

Big asks
come across like
rigged tasks,

swilled by expectation
and undefined
by remediation.

There can only be 
the first shot 
at assertion

as assumptions regard
the gray rays 
like a sun without any heat.

Lengthen and strengthen
the powder blue poetry
that sits on a lake

and considers its reflection
a sign of dying times
instead of proof

that the holes in the world
are hallways through which 
we walk.