POEM WITH NOTHING IN IT In this poem everything happens at once And keeps on happening. Want a second opinion? Sorry. It’s the eternal present, Only here, in your world. Not much fun, is it? All present moments are freaked By moments past, And by implication, therefore, The ghosts of moments future. Comeuppance comes … Continue reading Two Poems
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