Love your time.
And truly cherish it–
It’s the only stretch
in which
you’re apt to know
the true sublime.

And, while it may yet
span forth immemorial,

the present moment
is in a stream of other present moments,
each there to nudge aside
its dear forbear,

in a subtle way that is quite gentle,
but firm enough in its insistence,
the one before it
there in line
can’t help but yield
in such a way
that cannot help but perish it.

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