A Kind of Foretelling

It comes, revealed in glimpses,
Overturned pages where fingers compelled,
Scrawl letters in black and blue
Which later come to define you
And the future perfect -
Tense, backward leaning letters
Scope out definition where piles
Only prove a point by
Representation of rashly plucked nouns -
Back lit ignorance, where edges flutter like sun shade
And if you long to warm your skin,
The truth, elasticized, will snap back upon you
A swift smack of a crop against hide
And the shade dissapears.