The present is a cliff, the past a plain
That rolls back
east further than human sight.
As for the future, since there’s no terrain
Ahead of us—only
the dizzy height
Beyond which all is empty, lifeless, dead—
This cliff is all
that anybody knows.
To all who live and try to look ahead,
The future never
comes—the past just grows.
All those who breathed stood where we are today
And died without
anything getting clearer—
Feeling the present slide further away
And the great unknown
future come no nearer.
There is no
future: just what came before.
Eternity is now
and nothing more.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells
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