When I remember all time
Is divided into before and after
That a certain line is crossed
Sooner or later in all beings
When time seems divided
Against itself one stream
Pushing into another going
In the opposite direction
Where you have to decide
Which way to succumb
Or stand there in the turmoil
Salvaging the present moment
Which has nothing to do with time
Relieved of before and after
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