The Prophet Who Died Before Being Prophetic

(PIC by Mathes http://m-a-t-h-e-s.deviantart.com/art/Wizard-74441209)

I'm going through

garbage hoping to read

my future out of moldy

food and tortured paper.

I'm waiting for my moment to arise.

I squint my eyes

until it's blurry and shaky

so that the mystical

can be unveiled.

I'm waiting for my moment

to arise.

I embrace the universe

or let my embrace be universal,

feeling in sync,

feeling so sick

I'm letting my moment decline.