The Sequence Poem by shimon weinroth

The Sequence



ago, forever moving back in time,
flies the historians flag,
reckons with hindsight,
leaves the present for the past,

before moves forward
departing,
to the future,
till the edge of finite,

time is not circular,
thus before
might not meet
in the wastelands of ago,

will we never learn
from our mistakes-
one act of violence
begets another

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