Always I've been fixed on what comes next
what might be arriving or be on its way
next and after next and subsequent to that
but now it's gotten out of hand pathetic
nearly pathological I reach out compulsively
towards it whatever it is dwell on it and
not just dwell but allow myself to be bound
by it or in it I enter this "next" as into
some elaborate structure where I imagine
a nest in which one might repose and ponder
except I don't ponder I generate thoughts
whose shape I'm unable to determine so I'm left
with next only next in which I move purpose to
purpose while knowing I'm only keeping track
that my future tense is dissolving even as I watch
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