on time

.for the globe

day, night, dusk, dawn

exist simultaneously and


a point which cannot be divided

does split into past and future

only now

relics of past generations

show a younger world

that we are constantly moving away from

with things we think are new

as the soul of the great-grandchild

is older than that of her


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