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Is there such a thing as presence.
If this now is now then.
Each moment hereafter.
Not now yet a then.
If I feel the now and then then.
Who is it that sees that one in that now.
They don’t feel that restriction and focus of now then now.
If one observes the observer.
MY mind awry.
Feeling beyond words.
Yet none feeling.
Is this real.
As the observer, observes, who observes yet again.
What writes this poem.
When the first is present now.

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