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It's just not now

 

I have these moments

Where I forget 

What I'm feeling 

On the bus or in the park

 

Just for a moment

Before my life resumes

I could be

Anything at all

 

Carbon-based 

Outer space dust

Mixed with water 

The mind wanders far

 

Returning to this life

With a cue 

From my memories

Igniting my brow

 

Muscles contract

Nerves react 

To some indignity 

Pressing on me now

 

What was that?

How should I react?

Yes, I remember

This particular “now"

◄ The Dreaded Pink Monkey

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