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Then and now
each slice of life slashes experience like a knife
Streaming past, fast,
elusive, ephemeral,
unable to grasp

Data, images, history, time,
moulded experience, subjective – mine
Yet patterns emerge,
like a haunting musical refrain,
gnawing at the edges of your being,
a dull and piercing pain

Powerlessness and collective guilt,
rumbling, grumbling, tumbling waves on the shore
converge, subvert and obliterate what went before

And what is left, the dust and residue
hangs in the air, an incomprehensible cloud
hiding behind the here and now
We breathe it in and blow it out