NANO NOW
A black bird flew backwards
across the pink page of dawn,
erasing its words as it wrote:
no first time,
no last time,
just this time;
so string together
an infinite necklace
of nano nows
and live each moment
to the full
in the eternal present
of timelessness,
forgiving of the past,
unmindful of the morrow.
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