Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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30 03 2013  

Past anticipation

The sun comes up My cells have aged Despite my pledge The clouds, a veil That eerily hides My youthful pride A force so deep Wears me down I see from the ground I used to see I thought I knew Where I would be I know better now Nothing remains untouched My body has suddenly lurched Forward into pastness I use my memories of life To draw myself anew To build a sense of hope From my past anticipations So that I walk up the slope