of millions
of years have been
forcibly focused
through just-this-second's
lens—and then,
never to be used
again, discarded as the pulp
of the spurious past?
What a terrible
waste, in fact, that
that which is now must be
squeezed-fresh continuously
from all that has ever happened—
not to mention
how little hope there is
for this moment's
perseverance, since
every hard-won is that ever was
didn't last much
past its own definition.
