Backward, then forward, rewriting the past
The ribbon of time was a moment inert
But each time it's doubled, like pleats in a skirt.
Tomorrow, the future, then past may become
A chance to repeat or rewrite what we've done
To redo or predo an act of the mind
For each shred of memory exists throughout time
And that which we do in embarking the present
Leads to the future; both bright and unpleasant
Tomorrow, delighted, I'll wake up to see
What future in time there is waiting for me.
-J. Thadeus Richie
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