I find the future within my self

my felt sense leading to strange conclusions  
somehow visually pictorial (+ metaphorical) but also straight  
revealing stranger logicals  
 
if I could stay (t)here to learn how to let go  
maybe I would find a link to coming events  
of course not in a straight rational way  
but still empirically sensible and provable  
 
but I cannot think of a good way  
to (in)directly lead the topic and the aim(ed rhyme)  
although it feels like that right now  
while I am writing and reading at the same time  
 
what does that mean and what does it imply?  
and maybe how – and maybe why?