On the other side of the veiled window,
Another parallel time moves within the
Hemisphere of tomorrow.
From gilded persimmon dawn until blazing
Sunset, where the individual eye cannot
See, lives the selves of our future.
Deep in the darkness of yesterday the
Persons of yesterday look back as
They can only see yesterday, tomorrow or the
Future will never come for those of yesterday.
These independent entities shrouded
In the memories of the past, the bodies
Of today and the minds of tomorrow
Float through time.
We move from the non-existence into
The now of living, then when the veil
Lifts on our tomorrows, we leisurely walk
Into the future.
In desperation we want to return, to
Take the trip back into a time that we
Know, to relive, to enjoy, or to change
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