Past, Present, and Future

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There existed a past.

A sedulous history,
An empyrean future,
A promise from God

To be led into the present:

A profligate freedom,
A motionless turn of the table,
A possibility upon cracked lips.

The present,

A diving into the deep,
With but the vestiges of youth,
And some sort of immaculate miracle.

At present,

There is lack of a future,
for nothing is really promised
Like the words from a man’s lips

A future,

Of a forgotten noblesse oblige,
Of a naivety and loneliness,
Of fear of self and of love.

The future

We see with but unclear eyes:
A parturition lost in our hands,
The burgeoning disillusionment.

She of past, present, and future

Must ever,
Beautifully,
Push forth.