This time next year
will seem more important
than the times we're in now,
but that's only because
we will have forgotten
this Now in favor of that Now.
There can be only one now,
and it always seems new.
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Charting the Arbitrary
Klieg lights smear the mist,
Dissolving into fear
That few remember past
Ships in a jar:
Rigging minutely crafted
With toothpicks;
Floating paper hats lifted
On ghostly wicks.
If to connect the dots,
Spans bridge any loss
Into the dark, casting lots
Peel lichen from moss.
[Disposable Poem June 18, 2011]
Dr, Mike
Except for those who are trapped in glory of the past.
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