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The Gift
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The Gift

I began unravelling
The ribbons
On Your Gift

Firmly believing
I knew
Who I was.

By the time
Was complete

The whole Universe
Had become the Present

And there was no one
To receive it.

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Oh we metaphysicals love the glorious play on words...