I'm not my future, ever receding.
I'm not even this one writing,
futilely trying to anchor myself,
and ever making the future past
at this always escaping moment
of "now"; no, I'm something
made up of my past, memories
and experiences, always reacting
to that "now" a few seconds late,
trying to ride this life to an end
that is as far as possible. One
day the future stops receding
and lies in ambush, waiting.
30.12.2024-16.04.2025
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