When i looked back
I saw yesterday's corpse
Floating away on sea of contempt
It had many mourners
Who had planted Its volatile root
On farmyard of nothigness
Afore
I could hear the hummings
Of tommorrow's gong
It sounded like a thousand journey
Even as it rest on the crest of my palm
I looked at my feet
I saw today
Fast melting away
I ran...
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