Sea of time
Past's brine
Present waves
reaching, receding
Perception's shores
Ship-wreck of mind
rusting beneath
Horizons of future
hulls of possibilities dotting
too soon, too late,
too far, too close
Vessels smudged
by clouds of memory
and imagining
"Island of Now"
Cast away unto it
exiled from all that is
beyond it
Finding that
which was never lost
except in my experience
Life.
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