Creeping in with trifling pace….
Yesterday’s tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Last syllable of recorded time,
out with a sudden breath.
Leaving enlightened fools amiss once more.
To a dusty end without reason or sound.
As shadowed players strut ,fret, then pose
their hour upon the stage,
only to be silenced…
Yesterday’s tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
An idiot’s story full of fury and insight,
signifying nothing at all.
Yesterday’s tomorrow – Today.
Blow the candle out.



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