Poem #2,768 | Centre yourself in this

Centre yourself in this
[this now] –
there is no
other time –
word-falls
will follow ricochets of
recall
[our future is set
without control in this
now] –
Damage by liar-
spun pasts are not our
scars to peel off –
Your
ugly auld lovers are as
mine –
not now
[& not
again] –
Count in & out
your breaths & loosen
with each momentary
death of air –
our pasts
aren’t now or our ever