Life has freed me up
To sit and wait; sit and watch.
My lens is bent and twists
Like fabric in an hourglass,
See me lessen.
Or: I take the liberty to sit.
The weight of age bears down
I am one fleck among these infinite motes
One glimmer on the sun
How trivial an attempt to ascribe meaning to the narrative
And: What I wait upon waits also for me.
We two inert polarities
Gravity becomes grave
And succeedingly more gradual -
Eventually collapse and implode.
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