raging through the hours come
to a weird, weird end. Here’s to standing
on that border—balancing
on the still turning page.
I have no comment. Strange.
I would say that this feels like
staring at a thing.
Yet, I'm glad. When I wake up
it’s not just a day—
wherever I was headed,
I’m here. There is no painful
seeking—now is a calm, thoughtful
time.
I can feel it
building up my soul.
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