every experience
expires and my
reach for anything
more grows ever small

begging the question of
what I perceive, think, see,
what faces me and turns
from me, begging for the end
to begin, begging the urge for
the new feel of things, knowing
it all can’t happen at once,
maybe not even in the same lifetime

knowing all will be as it
always has been if my
command of destiny goes

and as these thoughts pulse
the universe turns in it’s


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