DecPoWriMo 11

Waiting for what has 
Already arrived
Is remembering a future
That will never be

That is the only
Moment we have
To look forward to
Sees us sight unseen

Recognizing ourselves
Somewhere in the past
That never was and
Knowing for the first time

Birth is constant
And unrepeatable
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher