There is a fine line
Separating what is past
From what is future.
That line, very thin,
Is where we live, the present.
There's no time like it.
Working more than one
At any given instant
Finished we move on
Presents have no time,
Only as long as it takes.
No solar measure.
Motion gives us time.
A reference to movement.
Presents make their own.
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