15,689. MIND WHAT YOU HOLD, MIND WHAT YOU CARRY

MIND WHAT YOU HOLD, 

MIND WHAT YOU CARRY

There's a fuselage to the shape of everything;

cutting through space and time, its streamlined

shape elides all that we know and see, prancing

across both space and time again and again. The

rush of its passing draws everything along.

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We approximate that feeling in literature and

song, but we are never truly sure just what that

feeling is. Should be? Should we know it? To

watch the clouds above, you'd know that all

things change and are always on the move.

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I've carefully read Carstair's book - On the 

Raiment Of Time' - studied it, in fact, and

found no way to plead its arguments. Sitting

in a Princeton cafe, endlessly waiting, Pangloss

and Sparkle Farmer greeted me, and each time

brough a newer light to my earnest days. It

would be 12 degrees out, and they'd always

let me in before they actually opened.

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Oh do I miss those utter days of my travail.

My early entry, I decided, was but another

trick of time.