passed-up passport to the past

and we watched the sunrise over once familiar streets
aged now by the seeping spread of the suspicious stain
of progress
revelling in reliving familiar defeats
former glories insignificant as that tribute you're
always lacking
earth has moved three thousand million miles through space since then
doors to every moment past are locked never again
to open
leaves us wandering all night like vagrants - i say when
packing everything we own to carry to the future
let's travel light


[for glyn, sort of]