Saturday, April 14, 2012

This Was

Quick as you can say it,
It's already true:
This was, this was, this was.

The presence of the past
Is all the present is.
We are after the fact.

After the fact, we are
Like infants in car seats
Peering at scenery,

A perpetual blur
Before us, while we're spun
Backwards into the dark.

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