HOLY, WHOLLY HOLY
The prognosticator said 'Nothing
doing tomorrow, the world will
not exist.' I shrugged it off, realizing
nothing except that I had my bagel
and coffee, the radio was still alive,
the three girls in patterned dresses
were dying to serve me, and the old,
grizzled guy would probably ask
me for money again. (If time is
of the moment, isn't this just
momentary time)?
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