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Twenty-four is still in
preparation,
Waiting for the future to begin.
Each moment is an infinite regress,
Neither more sustainable nor less,
Transforming what will be to what has been.
Yet the heart is fierce with speculation.
For now, so much depends on each
relation,
Opening a vista to the west
Upon which one might choose which route is
best,
Reckoning which wagers one might win. |
