It's all after your time
It's all before my time
Is there a we?
Caught in the middle
Somewhere
My prejudices
Should outweigh yours
After all this time
But do they?
Einstein chips in
With a theory
Or three
Is she fully formed?
Or not
So stupid
The question
The questioner
Fully formed
You idiot
That takes a lifetime
Maybe more
A zillion stars twinkle
In revelry
In disbelief
In memory
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