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I've been reading some short stories by Borges and it's freaking me out in wonderfully awesome ways. It's like science fiction minus the science: philosophy fiction or thought experiment fiction. He's a poet as well, though much more famous as an author partially because his poetry while competent, is unremarkable. Since this is a poetry blog, this will have to do. But if you're a fan of Inception, The Fountain or Tarsem's The Fall you should check his short stories out.

We are the time. We are the famous

Jorge Luis Borges (trans. unknown)

We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.
We are the river and we are that Greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.
We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.
The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.
Memory does not stamp his own coin.
However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.