I woke at dusk wondering if its dawn ,
Or did I wake at dawn and still wonder ?
Is today tomorrows preview or is it now...just that-now,
Is all still a dream , or distilled days of yesterdays,
All now distilled into the essence of all nightmares,
Of all past made to fit into this thimble of time?
All before thus opens the flower, this day, nightmare of life...
PoEm bY Pc-3(03/22/25)
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