No matter how nostalgic, how belated, how
Mournful you feel, you are in the beforehand,
Always. If you aren’t, then you aren’t, but
If you aren’t, you can’t care. If you are, if you
Are at all, the least little bit remaining of you,
You remain in the beforehand. Something is
Coming next and you are what has been,
As you are anything. It’s coming. Could be
Startling; could be boring as sin. But it’s coming.
And here you are, reading this, beforehand.
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