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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