The Present

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
Into 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 out 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 was
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