Now Time
The magic of now.
Everything flows in and out of now.
Everything goes through now and becomes new in now.
The magic now is what our life is.
It is the magic of present life and the magic of our memories.
So that even the past still lives in now.
The immediate future slowly flows into now.
And the far future is made now by our speculating minds.
Now is the little room of light surrounded by drawn blinds.
We do not know what death shall be—
Not for sure, not really—
But we know that it will either be the end,
Or—somehow—
It will still be now.
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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Thursday, February 12, 2009 3:33 am
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael L. P. All rights reserved
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