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Poetry
Fantasy
Two hands, short and long
Unwound in striking spirals
The blue sky black and the green earth white
Standing on the edge of the finite
A glimpse of things still yet to come
I wander down the road of old, lost
My memory is of the future
What I touched and saw, smelt
I wonder if I will be remembered back here
The years gone by, the months gone, too
So much further to run until this time is done
I count five thousand lifetimes until the day I am to be born
I’ve gone back, back, back too far
Adjustments and calculations
Nothing could prepare the unforeseeable
I’ll be stuck here for the next two eternities
My bones will be dust when you leave the womb
Though I am much older than you, I am not yet here
Two hands, short and long
Refuse to wind, refuse to spiral
What once was right is nothing now, nothing and everything
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Copyright 2009, Peter Diseth. All rights reserved. Peter Diseth has published a number of poems, short stories, and essays both online and in print. His most recent credits include Sinister Tales and Feel the Word Magazine. He lives in beautiful New Mexico with the love of all his lives.
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