Time is a triangle

Back, back, back
Stop
Start
Go
A slow awakening
A rude boy is born
He is
An old man
already
He has lifelong
vision
He can see
the reality
in between
And ends
and ends
Go again
He waits
and he hopes
still . . . . . . .
still . . . . . . .
Go, Go, Go
More
More
Stop
An old man
vision blurred
unheard
and the connection
the coruscating thread
the light
the love
the white-out
Time is a Triangle.

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