By: Claire Scott

The past cancels the present
Closing doors and windows

With clicks and slams
Circling and circling

In a closed space
The continuous curve

Of a mobius strip
The past sucking possibility

Eating our present
minute by minute

Hour by hour, year after year
Until we fade and

Circle the next generation
With our insistent presence

Consigning them to
Endless reruns, blind to

The desperate semaphoring
Of the present

Powerless to escape the
Unrelenting undertow of
Our susurrations.