~This Poem Means Everything and Nothing~

That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? This doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is right in this moment.

Later moments will reveal themselves to be clinging to nothing at all. That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?

All matter thought and thing made of nothing more than a single shifting now. Right there’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?

We have many moments outside of time.