Focusing in a farce of morrows
scratched and morrows lost
A listing of what is to be sketched
into a tablet
For God to know and our volition to
play out
As if every decision occurs in an
instant unable to be set
On the pinhead of time ungraspable
and unmeasurable
For in the intersection of every
remorse and joy
We find reminders that as measures
of permanence appear solid
In time we see fluidity as
preparation for what is to come
The gratitude of letting go of
obligation for growth
Shifts the world into waves of
surfing empathy
One must see that there are always
options
The dangling catacombs of rocks and
stars vibrate
In the contemplation of what is to
be
Beyond what we could ever know that
is already known
Inviting us to either claim or waste
our potential
Under our misinterpretation of the
present
For the phantom bounty of the past
or the glint of a hoarded future
Safekeeping the crumbs of security
at the expense
Of an ocean of love’s risk
This is the dealer’s hand and our
wager
For tomorrow is never at risk, only
the present
Skittering and dancing in between
our fingertips
Where hope and faith sit sentry for
a man
To summon the audacity to breathe
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