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A life is in the middle

Shadows either side 

In the aeons, before and after

Where nothing happens

In the past we were the future 

In the future We’ll be the past

 

Peering forward, peering back

Shadowy forms drift in and out of sight

The shadow will fade

In a hundred years We’ll be a distant smudge 

On some ones subconscious memory

 

But reaching forward there are generations

Unknown to us, struggling through the dust

Of a brief planetary visit

Before their shadow, ascends to the ether,

Hanging as cloaks engulfing the stars.

11/12/2021 22:00-22:57

◄ Molden Y(ears)

bAL-a-NCe ►

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Pete (edbreathe)

Sun 12th Dec 2021 21:46

Thanks John,
One things for certain we are all small and insignificant

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John Botterill

Sun 12th Dec 2021 20:46

Puts it all into perspective brilliantly, Ed. I feel smaller and more insignificant but somehow wiser.
Thanks. Loved it.
John Botterill

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Pete (edbreathe)

Sun 12th Dec 2021 17:06

Thank you very much , your comments are always appreciated.
I struggle with time and it’s inevitable march !

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 12th Dec 2021 16:18

Thank you, Pete. I find all discussion of time and its passing fascinating. Does the present exist? It is sandwiched between past and future, but is it a tangible moment, or does it continually and inevitably escape into the past by the time we realise it is there? I love the imagery of the last verse.

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