GOODBYE MY TWENTIETH CENTURY (III) Comments

There were things that appealed to us.
In utterable numbers.
As inside a conversation we,
the clouds, the comma's. The list
was our horizon of events.
At the margins there was the present. In between, the years,
we called them ours. And ours too was the time,
livable.
Its borders were clear-cut,
there was life,

and after it came death. In this we believed.
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