Tempus Fugit

The present

The point of traction

Between

The past and the future.

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It gives the friction

Between

What was

And what is to be.

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The present

Never ending

But never more

Then an instant.

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In a flash

It is gone,

But still here

Everything else has changed.

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The present

A pathway

That time walks.

One instant at a time

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Carrying all that is

From that what was,

And thus making room

For what will be.

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The present

It seems

Is all we

Can ever have.

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But it is

The one thing

That we

Can never grasp.

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The present,

No matter how hard

We may cling

Like water through our fingers

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Slips on away

Only to stay as

Another instant

As rearranged.

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The present

We cannot avoid

Regardless of

Desire.

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Even the strongest of

Dread

Will not hold

It at bay.

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The present

Carried the child

We once were

Into that we now find.

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Oh how neatly

It all fit together

Past and future

In the all encompassing now.

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Rexx