As time goes out of our mind,
because life goes out of shape
then the space we once knew,
which we grew up through,
and from, will be gone.
Then that is life, vanishing
from in front of us as we look.
Our past is a country changed,
and our passport to it expired.
The memory vacuum left behind
will be our personal anti-matter
in the present tense of the world,
making us tourists of ourselves.
It is now accepted that 'If you can
remember the sixties you weren't
really there', but the truest vacations
from a sense of time do not warp
the sense of the present life and the future.
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