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In Foresight

From the apparently lovely film, Moonrise Kingdom. I haven’t actually watched it yet.

My feet know neither pain nor pall,

they refuse death yet embrace birth,

They murmur softly, swift as ghosts

towards my grave on this green earth.

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My heart it knows none but itself,

my tongue it tastes only success,

my eyes they see the mirror here

and yet no further with finesse.

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But for my shortness of vision

I turn no blind eye to the past

eras when older eyes would send

pupils into a world so vast.

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I hear their cries for racing time

the grains of sand beneath their feet

reminders of the ticking clock

a legacy they must complete.

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Yet time abundance still have I,

so let me tend to nascent fields

whose crops are many, in their prime

and offer ever-pleasant yields.