One curves gravely, in a sweeping genuflection
Encompassing all of space and time together.
The other guesses something might be here or there.
The actors of the curve are the stage they're curving,
Now gone as it was five years ago, tomorrow.
And what are years, asked the dramatic monologue,
Anywhen? I believe in the reality
Of the stage, the pretend. But as for the players,
I know they're only tendencies' costumed pretense.
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