Judas Cheers

If the wind alone can bring
the certainty of smoke
to the question of a fire,
I imagine there's a way
the future reaches back a hand
to touch us, who aspire.

And every lucky boy and girl,
who gets a whiff of destiny
(and acts accordingly),
must seem to Them a prophet, then,
for shockingly distinguishing
a plainly present fact.

In other words, to Act
(to live a private truth,
to Choose and be alone),
is infinitely venial
when Fathomless Necessity
compels you to the bone.