time going forward drags its past along
soaked sneakers heavier on the pedals
knowing you can't get here from nowhere
so where am I now to be speaking from
receding from readers on a fast caboose
500 miles of prairie and a mountain wall
this itch I scratch the same as yesterday's
all history converging into a single now
multiplied by billions the mind boggles
still you look in one direction at a time
according to which way you are facing
and can't always be turning clear around
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