A Reminiscence of the Future

The future is intertwined with the past, and the present so often intervenes. I am somewhere between these three pillars:

Three timeless realms atop the pillars stand,
Where the crescent light so shines,
Where underneath in the hours marked by sand,
The minutes drag behind.

I gaze into the second's wonder,
Hidden in the rain-ruled skies,
But Its spark creates a pompous thunder
Atop the pillars where it lies.

Entangled with the past, my vision blurred,
I scream a barbaric cry -
but it seems that I cannot be heard
Atop the pillars where time lies.

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Analyze the past, live in the present, but dream of the future.