This and That: Impedes on the Now

this. . .is this

that. . .is that

please help me God or the devil, or ghosts of mine

to vacum out my head, slice and surgically remove the scar tissue of THAT.

I am here, but not.

I want to be now with the log I sit and write on.  With this moss, or ant, breeze, rain or sunshine. . .only

but I have memory of this or thought of the future. . .that.  both I’ve no control.

if Santa asked me what I want, “I want the now, just the now.”

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