Nostalgia
I’m nostalgic for the present I’m yet to experience.
(Expectation suits memory
and both alter the unfortunate
reality somewhat. You see it.)
Which events will re-scheme
my involvement? Which colorful rag
of passion will re-dress itself
in the royal gown?
I’m surprised at how fast boredom
affects me. If I was good in the math
of emotions, I could run while motionless
like Achilles (Zenon’s idea)
Away back behind my turtle life.
Let’s not rush.
How can you try to honk, while you pass
as the Erebus stands in front of you?
How can you guess what happens
in this far away present?
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