Two days past

The Future is shadows
That have stepped out from the walls
And climbed out of the ground.
You can walk through them,
cannot see past them.

A sentimental goodbye soon ages
Maturing into a nostalgic memory.

The past is magnificent architecture
That melts into two dimensions;
Collected, collecting dust.
You can see them any time,
cannot enter them, ever.

This will never happen again,
Its all a two day old nostalgic memory.

The future is the corporeal shadows
Cast by buildings of the past,
pictures of buildings.



Written July 28th 2010, 2 days after Graduating from London School of Theology.
Possibly yet to be finished... not sure at the moment.

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