The Now is two-point-five secs long.
That’s twenty-four nows per minute, rough.
Like twenty-four hours in a standard day,
Except I sleep so differently.
It’s one-third here, but two-thirds there.
The third that’s here is one not there.
I’m thinking of the now just now,
‘Cause thinking of the day, I’m lost.
The days of day-by-day are gone.
It’s now-by-now from now on, now.