What is hope?

It's been a year since I've put anything up here. That is, in a word, unfortunate. Thankfully, today I realized that we're smack in the middle of NaPoWriMo, which seemed like a great time to jump back in and see if I could still do this. You be the judge.
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It is a scream
whispered
from atop a
minaret - something
like a prayer and
also like
a hundred curses.
The future is
no longer the future.
It has been
swallowed,
gulped down
by a greedy child,
red-faced and crying,
clutching the world
like it belongs
only to him.
The future is
the past and the past
is a gift from Death.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Oddisee, Lifting Shadows