To the present
When men need not
Count off
Nor split into tiny pieces
The pattern of each day.
The hours.
The minutes.
The seconds.
Jagged little edges without meaning.
But instead
Would live them out
Each to its fullest
Basking in the stretch of its occurance
Without the pull of the next
Realizing the present
Remembering the past
Reflecting on the experience
Letting the next day come about
at its leisure
For today
The present
A gift
full and sensual
Fulfilling
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