Right Now

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The seconds turn to minutes
As the minutes vanish with time.
A stream of conscience hours
Molding into days.
The days weave together
Into a web of weeks
Which tumble down with the weight of years
That accumulate into decades.
On and on time crawls
Into the distace.
While I'm still stuck in suspense
Of the reality of a time called
Right now.





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