the Past and the Future size each other up
across the no-man's land of the present.
Each secure in its position: the Past, sprawled
lounging on its laurels, scoffing "look
at my vast accomplishments, son! What have you
done?" The Future, half-turned to go, retorts:
"You're history, pops. It's time to move on."
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