Before the After
a fragment of before
prehistory rhetorical relic
some long ago thought
where imagination blooms
as reality withers
not quite dead
our dreams
become fermentations
something to sip
when it is time to believe
to have passion
in a worthwhile cause
but what do we know
beyond today’s wishes
and tomorrow’s intentions
the future is a horizon
we have yet to see
what we will remember
comes much later
after what is
ceases to be
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