A flight
it takes
to the impervious
future,
meanders around
its contours,
ready to sneak
inside at
the sight of
any fissure.
Alas,
there is none.
despondent, it returns
to the radiance
of the Present.
it takes
to the impervious
future,
meanders around
its contours,
ready to sneak
inside at
the sight of
any fissure.
Alas,
there is none.
despondent, it returns
to the radiance
of the Present.
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