I can only pray to the Past that your love, was rooted deep,
so this Karma can maybe catch some peace in sleep.
Power
is only ever attained in the Present
so I have to shed, everything I resent
about you.
inevitably,
about me.
yin and yang in perfect dystopian harmony,
never satisfied, illicitly bartering,
bargaining for Future mental poverty
though they should be making love, on Present's white sand beach.
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