Just a little bit ahead of us
Or is it us a little bit behind
We catch up to what’s
Already gone like a reflection
Watching its reflection
Trail along like a husband
Or the shadow of a family-tree
Falling into the tossing sea
Behind us what’s before us
So we’re always about to grasp
What’s just passed
Incrementally through darkness
Into which a little light
Suffers to pull us forward perhaps
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