Waiting
I sense that my Self is wandering,
My Self seeking,Nothingness,
Like space like the universe..........., E x p a n d i n g,
Thin-
ning
its-
elf
In-
to
Nonexistence,
'Til then, the tiny strings of time and space,
Will have to settle for e t r o n p y,
Variably echoing the preset notion
Of all things that have been born,
"We are because we have not yet ceased
to be."
For now, I am
Waiting,
I find myself wondering.
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