They talk positively of dreams
The future lies waiting for you
The clouds of tomorrow at a halt in the west
The coffee of next morning brewing yet
But mine are just longings for the past
The sun is retreating east
The spores are going up the gills
The clocks are ticking backwards
So I can meet you
I try to talk positively of the future
Except I've never seen it in dreams
Because in mine
The trees grow shorter
The jellyfish become polyps
The pages blow left and I trip
backwards
Until I fall upon your hands
Perhaps I dream in past tense
I try to talk positively of the future
Except the only thing I know
And know for sure, is you
And you are past
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