existence's quandary compels a loving escape
consistency only finds form in arrivals and adieux
when does foreshadowing of farewells speak of kindly
if they ever do
waiting
waiting
life passes by with discerning eyes and furrowed brows
inward bouts of overwhelming long ignored gut reaction
are begging for mercy with only one hope
acknowledgement of self
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