Alive in rewind
you've settled in,
Tomorrow's halted
for the past again.
A future calls
the present waits,
Unopened dreams
never to wake.
The days distill
and nights abide,
The moon slides low
and sun subsides.
The days turn weeks
and months now years,
A lifetime paused,
and played not here.
8-29-07
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