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The starlight that we see at night
has traveled many, many miles.
It carries a tale that is ancient,
ancient history, from whence it has availed.
"We are nothing more than the stories that we tell ourselves
Greg Egan
and no one story is greater than another"
the past is as an open book
I dreamed of times of old,
as spears of light that rent the dark ...
to reach across the "WHOLE"
and tell a tale that we should hark,
in order to console.
the present is a fickle thing,
from a dream of today,
I awake to reality ...
or is it yesterday,
perhaps tomorrow, it could be
who's the one that can say?
the future is an unknown void,
though devices we have employed
to see what it might be.
Will I dream what's ahead,
or will it stay just out of reach,
and make me think instead ...
that the "Future" can not be breached,
until that time has fled.
by Guy S. Bobbitt SR.
Copyright 1993 by Guy S. Bobbitt SR.
Copyright renewed 1998 by Guy S. Bobbitt SR. & Associates INC.
All Rights Reserved.
