Now
Now
This is not a
Sliver of time..
But the Field
Containing all time
(And space..by the way)
You and I
Are this Field
This Now
Which is waiting
For our Recognition..
For when Recognized
All absences and departs
Paint our Now with
Memories now made of
Now...
Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2019
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