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Here/Now what is here is of now and shall be no more what came was right for its time and shall not return nothing shall return save memory to catch fleeting moments in fantasy what you hold is held by you in its time what is said flies into the cyclical current of shifting winds what begins in innocence ends in ignorance and delusion the world belongs to those who know the vagaries of time and chance the world is denied those who wait for their moment night belongs to those who know the continuity of silence in tranquility and peace David Sermersheim

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