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Time Game

Strange now to think 
that what we think of as now
will be part one day
of the distant past

just as what is now 
the distant past was once 
the present day 
and what was their future 

is now a tiny sliver 
of the vast expanse of history 
as if history could be 
something definable 

a monolith materializing 
as we play with bones 
or fight over water 
the sun has only so many 

years left in its cycle 
then they say it will blow apart 
to be reconstituted by our so called 
ancestors in the future

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher