The iron prow-head points forward
As in knowing the future direction
It also balances the weight of the past
At the stern of my gondola.
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The iron prow-head points forward
As in knowing the future direction
It also balances the weight of the past
At the stern of my gondola.
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They say time is curved
Observing the event horizon from the outside
Is considerably less painful
Than riding the curve on the inside
Stumbling on all the broken pieces.
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The Now is timeless
A play of shadows and light
Anno fourteenten.
Soon, with lightning speed
The scenario changes
Frecciarossa.
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You can see very far
From the London Eye
Far into the future
When you’d rather
Just stay in the past.
You have to notice
The blue skies
And feel the lingering warmth
Of the autumn sun
Hope in disguise.
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Home only for a moment
Heavy salt crystals on my windows
The only reminder of the hurricane
I am grateful, but sad
Mother Nature is hurt
Her head is down, she is crying
Brown tears spill
On her previously green skirt.
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