dilated

the past swells
a mausoleum in a
state of constant
construction
as the future
crumbles, tumbles
a stack of wobbly
misshapen nows
carefully crafted
into sturdy brick
to be dwelled upon
in the quiet later
of today’s tomorrow
an epitaph unwritten
a prophecy as yet
drifting in the
silence unforetold

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