The bliss gored deep into my heart –
a gap, a hole, yawning, leaking, pouring out lifeblood.
The clotting takes time, takes pain, takes trace amounts of fibre,
Yet take it all – take it all – don’t leave me with emptiness.
The temporal joy of the perpetually inconstant Present,
Greets the mad-hat Future;
Handsome with dashes of hope,
Muscular with the unified contributions of nations and peoples – humanity!
Fleet as Tomorrow, quick as now, now, and now!
Twisted, morbid, awesome cousin of Present.
– Greets it with a thump, swerving to miss, crashing to burn,
Leaving poor Past papperwalling in the confines of yesterday.
Was, is, yet to be.
Future; bring on the newly unearthed pain!
Present; dance for the spontaneous joy!
Past; enlighten me with the wisdom of experience, the experience of wisdom once was.
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