Now


firmly planted
grounded in each passing second
whisking by
so much fluff blown in the breeze
unregistered by human thought
caught up in past or future
dilapidated by realization
the now you've noticed
has but passed
and in thinking
caught up in past
there is no moment recognizable
without memory
impermanence is impermanent
all is static fluid


10/24/17

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