12 GROUNDCOVER NEWS POETRY Ahead of time PEDRO CAMPOS Groundcover vendor No. 652 Waiting for you… I have no time for this. But what is time to have? I time everything I have. This body of mine, forty-eight years young. Today is just a hole in the future, through which the past begins to flow. Once you realize how strong our will is. Why follow the drill? We must draw the line. Wide open your eyes. This is all happening, right before yourself. Think through. Commit to the plan. You stand a chance. In this brief time-lapse we persistently call present, every moment is a gift. Sit back, and enjoy the ride. Time goes on nonstop… stay still, it will run you over. It never waits. So be on time. It isn’t going anywhere. Maybe you are. Crossing time. to the point of no return. Any past is long gone. No sci-fi time machine, only fading memories, pictures in the back of your head. There’s no holding back. I’ll start tomorrow… But there’s no tomorrow. Not yet, nor will there ever be. I’m gonna kick tomorrow so far ahead of the future, it’ll be untraceable, that forever unreachable moment. Don’t you dare kill time! Or it may finish you. Respect deadlines. Stand up. Fight! Well, that’s a start. My feet are rooted, deep in the ground; head above the clouds, flying in the sky. My mind travels outer space. Eyes projected forward, moving beyond we go. The future, a feature of imagination, somewhen yet to be built by you and me, all of us, rational creativity. Keep your speed. Rise up, now. ‘Cause learning takes time, and I’m doing my best. If I can’t stretch mine, I’ll cut it, sliced, divided into smaller pieces, tiny fragments where I can stay, as long as I hold my breath. But hold this thought: as years go by, you tend to intensify processes, always managing to keep your lane, pacing through life. My voice already moves faster than sound. Ideas reach light-years away. The universe sings a song. For copilot, an AI, I feel no boundaries. ultimately ubiquitous. I’m a satellite. I ought to be, ahead of time. Here I am, and already there, moving along, watching over. I've Gotta rake these leaves that are all over my grass Just like the mess that people keep on bringing up From my now, very distant past I've Gotta rake these leaves of my present Cause people are doing way too much, too fast And some erase my worth by compensating my work As if I'm non-existent, just like my past I've Gotta rake these leaves off of my path Cause some piles of leaves have trash in the pile It's not my job to sort it out I've Gotta rake these leaves away They've fallen from their trees The shade they provided, just like them was temporary I've Gotta rake these leaves Sooner or later New ones will be expected to grow I've Gotta rake these leaves and get 'em off my grass fa sho!! These old leaves have just Gotta go You know what I mean You can relate I know I've Gotta rake these leaves Get 'em gone! I've Gotta rake these leaves!! I've Gotta Rake These Leaves We shall meet again. Take all shortcuts. Try teleportation. Until asteroids realign in perfect entanglement a sacred synchronic symphony. OCTOBER 31, 2025 LA SHAWN COURTWRIGHT Groundcover vendor No. 56
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