What happens where
the future impacts on the present?
matter-anti-matter-nothing?
No,
traces remain
the quick of eye see them,
shining, placer-gold
in veins no one has reached, yet.
What exists where
time converges in the mesh of
now-then-when?
memory-dream-fantasy?
Yes,
truth remains,
hidden in puzzle forms and
odd-familiar notions.
Who lives where
the universe collides with itself?
we-they-us?
Yes
all remain,
now meeting far,
then meeting here,
meeting
sometime?
(dated 3/77)
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