Transitions-- The past remembered But untouchable; The future unseen, Unknowable. We place so much Upon the now And then it's gone. Take the memories And run! Run from them, But they dog us Just the same. I stripped the office That was mine For seven years, Yet could not erase The events That unfolded there. Where now? I do not know.
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