Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001).
we remember the future
like a dream only less —
we move forward
spread so thin
stripped by the pressure
until some fateful day
we crash together
in our own distant memories
with sudden color & clarity
inevitable
yet we’re surprised
every time it happens.
Poem copyright 2001 by s.c.virtes
Illustration copyright 2001 by Shelton Bryant
