Backwards

I writhe in the grasp of Now--
Pulled still backwards into the Future.
Mine eyes are fixèd in the Past--
Thither would I flee--
There would I seek Sanctuary--
Yet am I dragged--into a darksome Future
Which God alone can See--I cannot.

--Adam Lopresto

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Adam Lopresto, adam@cec.wustl.edu