glimpses of the past
imposed upon the present
out of the saddle
grinding up the hill
a car rolls up
windows down
saying your name
a familiar face
hard to place
glimpses of the present
interrupting your
rosy retrospect
good old daze
same street address
same live edge wood bar top
same bar stool
but it’s not the same
the IPA the logo the name
a hollow facade of what was
here & now underwhelmed with
glimpses of the future
empty contingencies
running the numbers
various variable variations
what if - what ifs
obsessive compulsively
performing the rituals
perpetuating the notion
that you're in control
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