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ALL WE KNOW

I.B. Rad

That's all we know,
this moment
and no more.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow could grow
unendurable,
unremitting;
or, too fleetingly,
tomorrow might lighten
your fated parting;
though, more plausibly,
through even more tomorrows
we'll dance the Limbo.
Still, all we know,
each grudging moment,
only that,
and no more.

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