18 August 2007


The shadow of the future does not fall
only on those who claim to know the past;
we, every one, can never live so fast
as to be absent when there comes a call
to urgent duty. All of life's too small
to be defined by the ensemble cast.
The next plain iteration may be last,
and then the shadow will not be so tall.
Rules may be made, and logic may require
that when we act we do so for a reason,
but no one could believe that they'll be firm.
What we now have others will soon acquire
and then a simple choice will seem a treason;
the final victor is the hungry worm.

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