moment to the next, hovering
instantly before disappearing
into the past, never to be seen
again unless it is captured on
a photograph... and, the image
never fades or gets older... it
just remains as if it always was,
offering memories of a past that
can never be revisited otherwise;
time flows forward and never
backward unless it is in the
realm of deja vu... or something
similar and yet time may have
never flowed past us at all then,
as it was just believed to be...
leaving time in an unfamiliar
juxtaposition with space while
manipulating mental reflexes;
time flows forward and we age
accordingly and life as we knew
it always seems to be disappearing
after the moment has appeared
and instantly leaves as if it were
taken or stolen by those who
have remained in the past... and,
each time has its own dimension
that survives as long as it needs
to stay in order for that time
to live a complete existence...
we are not who we were nor are
we who we are yet to become, we
are simply that which we know.
14 May 2022
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