Forth telling

Lost in the reverie of
Tomorrow   I can't
Deal with the sun or the
Radio on - mere
Intrusions in my day my
Act of memory  that is
The future iife that I will
Lead far from scourge and
Bad seed - this will be my
Hour  of gold when all hope
Rises like a clean biue
Tide rinsing all the
Sourness of the past away,
My  days of gold will
Rise before my eyes -
Leviathan, and they will stay.

This is my
Hour  of triumph over all (he
Darkness of my  life,
And  in its dawn, the rushing
Beams  of gold ~ my
Destiny will be forthtold.
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