Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg
Thursday, 21 December 2017
Present/Future
At night when no-one’s watching
I stand on top of skyscrapers
On the edge of bridge railings
One foot precariously in this world
The other teetering in the next
Do I stay in the present?
Or do I fall into the future?
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