_the_future_revealed sabbie walking down a darkened alley, neon lights reflecting in the brackish puddles, winking off the broken glass. somewhere down the end there is furtive movement. a bum snuggling up closer under his cardboard box, young hoods waiting for me to reach their grasp either way, i dont really care. either way, its something different. last week i walked down this same alley and saw the future reflected in this same puddle, softy fuzzing at the edge where it merged into the scum. tonight that vision is sitting just behind me. lights gently winking softly humming to itself. one had a time a time fellas. one hand at a time. i hate it when im right it depresses me. 030305 ... . . 050128 what's it to you? who go blather from