Future Permanent Tense

Motion in the direction
Of whatever you’re watching
Makes the myth of the future,

The myth there is a future,
Woven out of past events
In which something you could see

Allowed you to get to it,
A metaphor, a fable,
Of something was and wasn’t

Yet, the future permanent.
Of course, if you spotted it,
It had already happened,

No matter how much more past
You created on your way
To that past where you’d reached it.