Mathematically, the past
Might be no more than a spectrum
Of possibilities, but we
Have non-mathematical plans
For the spectral this afternoon.
The past is a growth that can’t stop
Growing, with any awareness
Riding along like a petal
Clinging to the branch that birthed it,
While most of the tree’s lost to sight.
Ignorance and limitation
Mean that the unknown’s a spectrum
Of possibilities, but past
In the sense of done’s a monster.
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