Three selves:
The me of the future,
smeared into a faint vision,
a map of a land barely known.

The me of the past,
fixed as the moon's face,
memory of a meaning,
lying in the soft grass
of every long day's afternoon.

The me of the now:
blind but visionary,
breathing, wide-eyed -
unafraid at the heart of everything.

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