Present

There is no time but the present

No half remembered yesterdays

Or prescient tomorrows

There is only now

From creation to annihilation

Time has no need to travel

Time stays still

While everything else parades

From then through now to future

Now is hub not wheel

Fresh forever

 

 

David Trudel    © 2013

 

 

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