That time keeps on
slipping
slipping
slipping
into the future
isn’t true,
strictly speaking.
It slips past, if anything,
like a train.
It also slips
into the past as if
the past were a bog
capable of swallowing trains,
an enormous suck
into which disappear
entire railroading concerns
and also everything else.
But flying like an eagle?
Oh yes, Steven Haworth Miller,
that for sure.
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