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Along a weed blossom lane - a rift in time

A rift in time
Split a man in two
Two men emerged
On opposite sides
Of an iridescent fissure

The second man
A young man heading north east
Not knowing who he will become
After the wilderness of youth

A spiritless well paid career?
Failures and success �
Ebbing fulfillment?
Marital acquiescence
Fatherly responsibilities �
Accepted�run from�shirked?

The first man
An old man heading south west
Smiled as he forgot who he was
The fog was kind
Wandering to the grave
Muttering wisdom to the afternoon sun

People of the morning
On the platform
Staring at their phones
Not one of them
Wondered what happened to
Frederick Lancaster
Who was last seen
On a weed ridden lane
By the junction box
Blooming with wild flowers
Orange petallled hawkweed blue forget-me-nots
Purple buddleia sagging over barbwire
Wind swaying canopies of oak
Frederick Lancaster
Split into two men
Across a rift in time...
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