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time, and me.
and me,
running from the velvet touch of the becauseless
yesterday.
and me,
pushing against the cold gravity of the non-echoing
today.
and me,
trying to catch the elusive if of the boundless
tomorrow.
and then me,
noticing just how beautiful it is in the must of change -
the way (unexpectedly) she dances.
The context.
A poem about time: the past, the present and the future. And realising, in the presence of these different states of time, the necessity (and beauty) of change.
My collage pages.
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