My Likeness

 My likeness

my likeness sees the future 

and runs towards it 

children on a playground 

thinking nothing of spending 

the last penny on something 

bright sweet and shiny 

my likeness imagines itself 

happy at home 

with a future substance 

in a bath, for desert 

or sleeping soundly 

with its warmth 

at points darkness 

and anxiety penetrate 

an embarrassing moment of the past 

the future swiftly shuts the point down 

before memory can 

sour an optimism shared 

my likeness hides itself in routines 

burying into dailyness 

imagining itself in a higher state 

in another day 

getting some 

future-time religion