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Memories of the Future
Spending our days suspending time, from a golden chain of memories, Would be an altogether fine and worthy avocation, Were it not that our aging spirits rarely slow down long enough To allow our hurly-burly souls The diversion of looking back, over the moments' shoulders, To contemplate and discern, in our age-blurry past, Those glinting laurels, garlands, chevrons, pennants, medals We might still yearn to return to, wear on the uniforms Which identified us as who we thought we were destined to be, Before our dreams gave way to fate's mediating ukases . . . Were it not that both of us are still too damn fascinated With gazing into the youth-blurry future waiting for us to catch up, As if the hours remaining might be the most highly prized, decorated . . . Were it not that we yet read eternity, in each other's memories.
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