imagination of its future,
seeing what might be as it
dwells in what is... no time
for lessons from the past, but
historical memories float
precariously in the subconscious
remembering the teachings to
which no one listens... each
image takes on a new appearance
as it passes through these new
rhelms of time and space...
acquiring a few new equilibriums
as it searches... but, for what?
empires of attitudes guard us
like children who have been
exposed to the wrong knowledge
at the wrong time... souls
tear at the spirts, aware they
know more than they say and
we become puppets to the endless
passing of time... and, its space;
our ages reflect our levels of
innocence and arrogance builds
as we acquire what was left
behind... the continuum of time
has no past but it does recall that
which has previously happened.
6 October 2021
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