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Dogs 2017

WORKING ON YESTERDAY
(10/29/17)

conceptually
of course
we are always
living
in the past

our senses
are simply
not sharp enough
to attain
now

we are like
water skiers
forever navigating
the perceptual wake
of reality's
motorboat

never
in sight
of the prow

unable
to experience
the smooth water
of existence

which should
pardon me
for being a day
behind
on my work

but
as I sit upon
the shore

watching
the motions
of life
pass me by

my metaphysics
degrades
into laziness

an ass print
in sands
of apathy