Noun the Now

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Noun the now
Name the un-nameable
To tame the wild
In the wind for harness
Catch the flit
Of butterfly on wing to
Play a fool in all serious
Endeavouring be fun
Then you’ve begun
To bridge the gap
Where words can never
Reach to match nor
Image make the face
Of what’s in place
Before you now
And this is our
Insistence of an instance
In the bliss
Of kiss and tell the
Hell as well to fold
Into a tale to hold
And be the told of life
Before you move
Away from this forever
Precious loss
Of the un-nameable
In cost of what is done
And spent and is forever gone

© K Barr

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