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I have felt the great and beckoning yaw

Of what is not and what will never be again.

And I can wait.
 
 

I have borne your amusement

At what I am sure is unrelenting darkness

And you embrace as soul flight.

I can wait.

 
 

But I sure wouldn’t mind

Hearing your voice say “I told you so”

When the stillness comes.