broken

can it be broken
if it was never made
in the lines, in these lines?
can you break namelessness
until it is named
on this line, in this line?

i turn around,
make up the future,
hope for the worst,
smoked in the pain,
i breathe it to become now,
mix it up,
churn it down.

my broken eyes,
turn what i saw
as my past,
into what i saw
in my future,
which is now.

which is now.

we are,
and these moments are this time.
not last time,
not another time.
and what do they mean
this time?

i haunted us,
by our future,
by my past,
one in the same now,
now in the same one.