Tulevazuksii: (Futures)

I dream futures where my people,

we of sly, slippery tongues, still

speak sung poetry with lovers’ lips

I sow futures, so we keep our stories

close but not closed, no diaries burned

in shame and secrecy into eternal silence

I water futures, floating across constellations,

tesseracts of our relations, tending our millennial nets,

your bright, dark eyes glistening in mine

I feed futures of microbes, we who will not die,

clinging to bowls, bowels of trees, scraped,

lathed, reclaimed from air, awaiting resurrection

I cry futures, feeling my way, tongue leaden

through a language once told to me

as mummosi⁵ strange phrasings

As I swim the depths of these strange new phrases

            always already known,

                        always already mine

As I search for estranged relations

            diving into freshwaters,

                        diving in fresh to our waters

As I survive in sounds

            we are here,

                        we are known,

            we are mine and ours,

                        now, already, and always

Amen.