Some time, in the distance,
standing still, laughing about all of this.
Something, this for instance.
Ticking and moving out from under this.

Looking back at the present,
it seems we’d lost control,
we didn’t follow us, now it’s ‘now that we know.’

I’d sweep both sides,
but I’m afraid to cross the street.
Sweep both sides of me.
Bucket.
Mops for days, how’s it all piecing into place?
About to start the race I’d thought I’d already won.
Afraid to cross the street, but I had not begun.

Starting when we finish.
Starting where we finished.
Watching while we win this.
Starting at the start.

Time just stood there laughing.

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