Futures past, past inflexions

 Farewell

Goodbye, oh future and past, and futures past, as

it winds its way, stretching across the age

reflecting back and hinting ahead

myriad of potentials

snuffed out by each choice, and opened by the other

only the fixed past is fixed,

but not all of the past if fixed, until inflexion

never beyond

and forward, never further than the life string permits

at times minutes, at other times 

days

at most years

but farewell to those threads of possibilities, untold futures

now ended

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