Forwards. Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

Forwards.



I cannot breathe.
Think. Yes.
Who doesn’t.
I am no who.
Who isn’t.
I am what.
Where does it.
It is here.
I’ll sit back and watch.
But I am involved.
Stay forever.
I cannot evolve.

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