I’m done with the previous
State of affairs, and in turn
The previous has finished
With me. It’s always the case.
There never was a moment
Reset another moment,
But change is cumulative,
Then swiftly overwhelming,
And after abrupt ruptures
One still tastes the great before.
The future is created
By recreating lost pasts.
Survivals save the journey
To forever more new pasts.
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