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I can feel the future draining away from me
Not the collective future, or, not only the collective future ,
But me , individually. Mine.
I’m living for the moment in the worst possible sense
The world is coming apart
Just as I’m finally coming together.
I feel this awesome tug of kindred spirits in my friends,
Warm, abundant love for them.
I know myself all the way now
I feel it pulling apart all the same.
I can’t take my eyes off the news
It’s like there’s this built in momentum factor
Bit by bit, it’s all rushing away.
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Really like the tension/dichotomy working throughout this. Palpable.
Thanks, Joe. I appreciate you taking time to read it.