Betrothed
by Lauren D'Auria

overshadowing the wind
I stand in the midst of all
that has ever been known to me
betrothed to words of prophecy
enamored by all that remains of it
blows to the right
following onward I look down
at everything speculating
hopped up on some sort of
artificial stimulant
to say and do what I
inevitably said and did
hidden sort of passion for redundancy
the same old spontaneity