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There is only this occasion, here, now,
the occasion we're all dressed up for, fashion
disported for all its worth; notice how
we travel on the crest, the life, the passion;
the picture, sound, the thing encapsulated,
caught, caught, caught - in the catching, catching, catching!
the flight of hours, the present calculated
to a tantalizing moment's worth, snatching
which, consciousness creates these things anew:
immanence endows with, substance in touch,
whose form is knowledge, personally true,
unaffected; a world of transience, such
as we immortalise, and count as real;
on this occasion, now, to touch, to feel. |
