Persisting
Time and Space
Are abstractions
We made up
From coffee in our cup
To go from Here to There
Becomes an unseen stair
And time between
Simply goes unseen
There has never been a past
Only the Now rushing past
Matter changing form
Clouds forming a storm
Thoughts and memories form
And rush into the storm
We call daily existing
And some call persisting
Rabid poet
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