Ruins

Ruins of tomorrow,
Languishing amid the folly of today,
Like shards of pottery midden-heaped,
No reunion of yesterday and tomorrow possible,
Cohabiting, yet still asunder.
Nothing but a faint trickle
Where once the torrents moved.

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