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But for a moment, I was swept

backwards, to days long gone.

Taken there through visions

of things left behind

to weather and wear

in their place, last left.

A testament

to all that was,

and how all came to now be,

by roughened hands

which gentled fields

and tamed the weeds of ages.

Useless now?

'Nay' say I-

for it be a strong reminder,

that all which has passed before,

can always be remembered,

as what is yet to come.

So I stood there,

in a soft mezmerized,

and calming state,

as I became solidly one,

with what had already passed my years-

...and time stood silently still.