The Staggering Now

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I fear of the nothingness
When finally unplugged
From the Earth's core
I wary when, decades on
My name only mentioned with
Passing fancy and flippancy
What will have become of me, Zeus?
Will my vibrations have ceased?
Wiped from the great slate of time?
In these often moments
When drunk with clarity
The NOW's worth is staggering

- Esteban Luis Soto

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