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Shall I Give You This Moment, Too?
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Shall I Give You This Moment, Too?
By Jane Tawel
December 8, 2021
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Shall I give you this moment, too?
I gave you most of yesterday.
My fallow brain,
was trained upon,
the shallow depths and weedy ways.
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Shall I give up the narrow Way,
of seeing teacups and seeing light;
to wallow more in thoughts most fey
and things that haunt both day and night?
Yes, haunt! — for these are spirits dim,
and not the moment I’m within.
To let the future or the past
steal yet more moments that won’t last,
is like a little death, each day,
and not True Life in The True Way.
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It matters not if good or bad,
the things I think upon.
It’s not about you, unless you’re here.
And if you are, I’ll hold most dear,
my task to focus, until you’re gone.
But then — goodbye. We’ll both be free
until the next time you see me.
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I seek a different Point of View.
Enough! Enough, I say!
I have anew, this gift, this day;
I’ll not waste it on you.
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© Jane Tawel, December 2021
