I sit here and I write
In the hand of the mind boggling language
Of advanced chemistry,
Early one June morning
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Ten years from now,
Having been buried beneath
The dust of time, lost somewhere
I will find it one day,
Ten years from now.
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I will recall this chilly morning of June,
When I had written this.
I will recall the slapping the insistent mosquitoes
How they sang near my ear, the Godforsaken creatures.
I might remember chewing on this pen
Ten years from now.
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I may even remember this past day,
One day ten years from now.
And how much has changed, I’d say
Since those ten long years.
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Ten years from now
all this mumbo-jumbo of
Bond breaking and bond making
And the stealthy latent energy,
Will be a little treasure
Of my youth.
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Ah, I have but one question,
How silly am I now
I ask you,
I ask myself,
Ten years from now?
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~ Devina S.