Temporal Poem
tracing ethereal line
to find the future
in this time, present
let's not throw away the past
that passed, but is reticent...
In this game I'm
somewhat unconscious
somehow groping annoyed...
The future is cogitation
the now is insecure
because we see nothing different..
Past, today
and tomorrow,
long story
without finally...
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