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Tuesday, October 9, 2018


Thoughts of tomorrow
Fill me, the steady advance
Of time’s progression

The future beyond my reach
Within sight, maybe?

The maybes gather
Like dust drifting in the wind
Nothing in its wake

The reckoning comes
As a trough follows the wave
Choice and consequence

Always occupy
The same space, sequenced by time’s

We are blind to it
Incapable and inept
Drowning in chaos

Swallowed by the sea
Swimming with Leviathan
Blood-meal for Typhon

Each step leaves its mark
A lifetime of walking stirs
Up a lot of dust

Infinitely changeable

The dust mote falling
New worlds are born, divided
Leibnitz is laughing

The echo of dreams
Weakening in the wind, slip
Into yesterday

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