by Zachary Jones
Living in the shadows
I became a prophet.
Learning everything
That no one can teach
Here alone now
I’m in perfect company
The waters around me are my fortress walls.
I see the future,
In seashells and ripples.
They tell me of heat waves,
They speak of great wars.
In hot fever dream state,
I saw your god running.
A migrant space worker,
On permanent leave.