My death is done, and done, and yet to come;
My life is now, and now, and yet is past.
A moment’s not the bounce of stick to drum,
All occurs within the temporal morass.
I miss someone I haven’t ever met.
I’m proud of something I have yet to do.
I’m sleeping though the sun has yet to set;
Our dream, tonight, in years, may come to you.
( From A Loop Around The Sun, Vol. 1 )
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