A deep and dark poem about time and the present, and the unknown.
Cold. Dark. Here.
Everything else is history.
Only here. Only now.
The mystery is how..
.How did it begin?
How will it end?
No beginning.
A definite end.
The start of something new.
Yesterday is gone.
The present is here and,
as they say;
Tomorrow never comes.
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