I can push apart the minutes
for each firm and planted memory
away into a neat and comfortable moment
of which I can be intimately happy
or immediately distraught, filled to the brim
and adrift in a mindful peak of recognition
while I can comply and sigh in the depths,
too, engrossed up and inside myself
with disconnect and lost, shifting
forward and out of the universe's space
away from all the thought and life
locked in the imprint of right here and right now.
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