Seldom do we arrive in the moment
Rewinding back, skipping forward
Not to the good parts either
The places we are stuck
Forgetting we can be, different
Self organized solidity from infinity
Same thoughts, unconscious acts
And permanence endures
There are some who can hold space
For us, and themselves
Time slows here
Bending of an illusion
Seeing beauty in the minutia
No urge to be elsewhere
They present opportunities of Now
Upward, outward expansion
Responding, our inner world ignites
Flushed with stirrings of a new dream
A point of intersect
Meeting at the death of us and them
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