From this moment, on I look
See the face of time backward
and Live for the moment
the moment
this happy meeting place of then and to be
nothing here except a point to view from
and all lack substantiality
all is moving like the melting ice flows
rivers bend eventually but saffron flowers will
forever be wrapped around like a halo those
who have the sense to persist
nothing but memory
nothing by fortune
look now
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