the past is there -- stoic
rhythmical and glowing
but the sun is always
only about the future
the advancing illuminations
and discoveries yet to
be recovered while the past
remains on ceremonial terms
with us though it calls us
by our first names and knows
and keeps our secrets
it still wants to be young with us
but we cannot love it anymore
we cannot give our hearts
to a cold stone caught in space
merely reflecting the sun’s surface
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