I die everyday 
A complete annihilation
So that every second
Births a new moment
Of piercing wonderment

Being blinded by the light of The Present
I can no longer
Connect the dots to my past
Without arduous effort
All I see are shadows in grey ether

Or sometimes I can follow
The bright thread of love
To this special memory or that
Then poof!--The Present beckons
And the past is a mere apparition

And I have never been happier
And I have never been more creative
With The Present as my companion
Allowing each moment to unfold
As it was ordained.

bjb 9/2021

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