Now
“Now” is a crossroad where a narrow gate opens North
to an unmarked path.
We trudge back and forth along the main road.
Our path through the sand leaves ruts, which we call “Past” and “Future.”
Passing by the gate, we happen to glance through it.
We are frozen by the northern light.
Wind and sand begin to cover our tracks.
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