Ode to Now

Sitting at this juncture

In the day, reading

Song in my brain

Feeling blood in my

Lips and warmth

In my veins as

Love courses through

Me, not Romance

But Now, alone,

An island, I am

It, here, sitting, at

One, no

Thought of anywhere

But now and here –

The facts that

Combine to make

My Being be –

Sound, sight, hair,

Teeth, Feet,

Me.

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