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  <title>Poem - Always Backwards</title>
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  <description>I tend to binge-watch a new person on YouTube that I enjoy.   YouTube’s best unattended viewing mode is from most recent to most past posting.   The poem “Always Backwards” shares this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always backwards, the clock turns&lt;br /&gt;time moves forward in my world&lt;br /&gt;this is not the case on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;when I binge watch the history&lt;br /&gt;viewing a channel in reverse&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of what they saw&lt;br /&gt;regression by moving pictures&lt;br /&gt;turning back to where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the years fall back&lt;br /&gt;one, two, three, and more&lt;br /&gt;to a time I barely remember&lt;br /&gt;there they are as if today&lt;br /&gt;outcomes are seen before the promise&lt;br /&gt;the only mystery is what was said&lt;br /&gt;before events took their place&lt;br /&gt;commitments made against the good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles come and they go&lt;br /&gt;hair colors change in tens of minutes&lt;br /&gt;when years passed between the dyes&lt;br /&gt;in these minutes I am the same&lt;br /&gt;as the show comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;no more to see of a distant voice&lt;br /&gt;both in space and time I&apos;ve viewed&lt;br /&gt;always backwards, the clock turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170213.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=709164&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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