This mark states simply “Here is now”.
It settles in each passing age,
Reminds us “We have come this far”;
It even indicates our page.
Within its range the past is known,
The future is a pristine book,
Where we can take the words apart
Or see new meaning with each look.
But never ask what happens to:
The lives we dream but dare not live;
The words we know, but do not use;
The love we have, but cannot give.
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