Tomorrow's Request
By Peter Scott
Disciple to the stars
Another test behind
More
Far more
Their double
Environment of change
All shall them attribute
! Reactionary be that scorned
Dropping from infinite skies
I must break a leg before
I break my fall
Lying there
I found no reason to ascend
A reason not to build
To be crushed again
Nor to have crush
Far distant remained so
Then I was hit
Smashed into a thousand pieces
Ground to a fine pulp
Granted my wish
Rather do I no longer crave
With silence
Resonance of those my kin
Eternal damnation cometh
Sensations of their loss
Five prostrated to one...
A cloud settles
Overcome by hope
Rising do I ache
The marks now indentations
Glanced over with eyes of a rhinoceros
Wearily I start anew
Taking note of my trial
Its consequences
Preparing for tomorrow's.
