We have parted ways with time
Or time has parted ways with us
For the seasons here don't change
As if we had willingly foregone springs
Settled for yearlong, dark, cold winters
We did not ask for the certainty of slavery
To replace the uncertainty of freedom
This day looks like other days when
The destination is only vaguely known
And there is no one to ask where it is
Because it is not clear what it looks like
This moment when you do not know
Where you want to go, this moment
When you do not want to go anywhere
This moment when there is no distance
Between yesterday and tomorrow or
Between you and me, this moment
Is the moment is the momentous moment.
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