new, in 100 words (III) [kat shuford]

Planet Status Reality

The future cannot be
crushed and prepared before you.
You will become dense, a deep mess
compressing the day before,
dragging new ones into orbit.
Broken with anxious punctuation,
you will create so many things
Skin strata, spliced up,
to the traditional dance of repression,
and they say they want to see you older and younger,
so they can see time in your body.
You'll pine for timezones, pause at
Mirage of remotel and cancel plans.
Your limbs will extend, shivering decades
out behind, a single organ
making first contact -- crushing,
preparation before planets.
The future cannot be, before you.