Cartesian Instant
Reality’s made
of what
it is
Not what
it might
have been
The apple
landing
on my head
Bespeaks
of now
not then
All abstract
nature
Plato drawn
To live
behind
the mask
What’s real
in substance
real in form
No future
and
—no past
(Strafford Pennsylvania: November, 2023)
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