Outside Of Time

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

There will never again be a time like this
This moment was missing yesterday
And will fail to show again tomorrow

We like to think there is borrowed time
But when I ferry across that dark river
My memories will all be behind me 

On the final day, when the horsemen ride
Upon the dark steed that carries me home
I will try to reflect and recollect 

Where I go after here is of no regard
Knowing it hasn’t happened yet
When that instant comes, too shall it go

Stoic Poetry

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