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And Nothing At All
Like wine in storage,
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned
-time no longer the vintner
Fermenting in the immediacy
Of the chosen instant
And distilling in the perfection
Of the perpetual present
-the moment reopens
Bringing with it everything
-and nothing at all
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned
-time no longer the vintner
Fermenting in the immediacy
Of the chosen instant
And distilling in the perfection
Of the perpetual present
-the moment reopens
Bringing with it everything
-and nothing at all
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
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