Snapshots of the Future: Buyer Beware
Do we really want to know what the future holds?

Dark-eyed laughing chance lurking in the crawling shadows selling snapshots of the future to the anxious and the curious
I’m afraid to know my fate but I hang around the edges late listening to what I might hear in this crucible of visceral fear
Buyers eye photos to see their lot they are Revealed, fate now known others give them lots of room like explosives that just might blow
As I turn away to leave a man grabs my sleeve and nods, “I got yours — by mistake, thank God.”
Before I pull away he slips the image in my coat where every day it gathers weight an image of my pending fate
If I refuse to look, will it come to pass? Probably so and the dread builds fast I should extract it on the count of two to see if it’s me — you know, it could be you
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