A short poem by Jacob Peacock about vision "freeze framing" and perceiving glimpses of the future.
Slow motion freeze frames into motionlessness,
As I stare ahead into the horizon transfixed,
By wonder and excitement over what I see.
I am calmed by the clear vision of the future,
As I am frightened by the horror of history,
And resolve that history not repeating……….
……is not enough.
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