Wait and See

Wait for the warm summer wind,

To carry a comfortable memory,

Woven into night,

Blanket of anxiety held tight,

Suffocating our fears and dreams alike.


Wait for the tomorrow surprising,

Out-of-place and out-of-touch.

Wake up to a world where memory and dreams collide,

And only the past survives,

Telescopes replaced by folklore archives.


Wait for the moment-too-late,

Tomorrow’s inertia condensed to seconds.

Witness the blast,

By an eternity-spoken that could not last:

“So it comes to pass.”



The unremarkable past,

Becomes the unremarkable never.


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