Sternly perched upon mine heart

One word echoed unbendingly

True— I said as it would depart

Its one worded reply— almost knowingly

 

For the future made haste

With what was already known

For this one—word embraced

It’s predictability and its only answer found—

 

Lying in the core of my bosom— my left breast

Unyielding— unlike the heavens abode

For it— I said, it always confessed

The very same answer that it had foreshadowed

 

For words then from my own heart

Transformed desiring—its reply

For then when my question was found to depart

Those most truthful words were then the prophecy—