Past // Present // Future

Each anticipated day arrives & elides into the past, as we wait, again, but for what?

How long will it take for the pattern to change?

When will the cycle end?

With no past the future becomes a desert & the desert grows, surrounding us like the slow creeping of midnight mist…

with no future the present becomes a test

you will fail unless you refuse to fight against the meaninglessness & dance instead

with the absurdity