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Gas station hot dog in my hand
I look up to the supermoon
Howling like an animal
So bright its light I understand
How always now is never soon
But presently eternal
Always now is the time I feel
The wind of spacetime in my face
That makes reality real
The thing itself the means of grace
The intersection of the now
With the here the reason how
Nothing before me nor behind
Only always now I find
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Sandie