On a Dual Prophecy

Two unmatched strands of a future story
Seem (un)resolved, but not too clear;
Felt 'twas one; but, now feels divided
Between the now and the coming then.
Hoped 'twas one, the tale was unmixed,
And the future unraveled this form of the best;
But, though 'twas two, and the latter come true,
This thing will happily come to rest.

© Domenic Marbaniang, March 30, 2010