Lost In The Rubicon
Looking back
speed is warped
looking forward
it slows
Each memory
a racehorse
that goes
and it goes
Intuition
the truant
in what it
will bring
When time
is reversed
and the Jester
— is King
(The New Room: June, 2025)
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