time unfolds before me
laid out beside me
folded neatly behind me
it is what will be what was
and all my present possibilities
my history and my destiny
with folds or wrinkles for each choice
it is the events of little things
the sum of all things I could be
the common planes of both
my history and my destiny
and the present is
where these planes meet
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