Time Surfers

©2013, Olan L. Smith

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I stand upon a precipice and gaze forward into the haze

Wait for something to appear from its concealing veil;

In my rearview is void, stark nothingness wrapped in darkness,

Alongside me are all things of a universe surfing the wave titled, now.

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I realize, like a dawning, nothing matters but this moment

Not what was or what is to come

Only what is, is of consequence.

All the delights and woes of history have built this wave,

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We surf hoping to keep our balance for another moment.

Will we ever unite to pierce future's veil?

Or will we continue in strife fighting over past woes

Hoping to gain possession of a mist that is not ours.