Reprise Poem by Harlequin Rose
Reprise
Time goes as slowly
as humanly possible
but in the middle of it
the world wakes up from history
and takes a long a deliberate look around
what does it see
if not its own mistakes?
what does it hear
if not its own grievances and accusations?
and why does everyone
without exception
use boredom as an excuse
to abandon the task at hand?
so many things
left undone
with so much life
left to live...
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