Abstract of Now
Sunsets of imagined colors disburse
on a thought,
as
they do not exist
in this moment
of Now.
Nothing sits on your tongue
of tomorrow
where nothing
nothing
IS
that cannot
be
cannot be
in this very instant
of you
in the Now of we.
Do you not see?
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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