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Time
Emboldened before this precipice.
It seems to strike some deal with this
and yet I'm left and wanting.

More of what I once had held
and less of what was rushing toward me
fore I had the thought to bar the door
it was upon me.

No amount of shaking found me there prepared.
It never learnt beforehand
and the crashing of the understanding fell upon the viewer's wanting shore.

I still can feel the swell.
Felt in the branch of toes
where no rock or dale can split these best intentions.

Aware
Upon these silent shores I assure the masses.
Within the words come forth a meaning
something raised in one and bore upon the limbs of a different bark.

For here,
within the hearing,
I will find you,
and you, in me, all things revealed.
It is not as the way it is foretold
but such things are more for the passage of you.
More by far than the explanation of where we will land together.

The falling never stops
and to your credit it didn't start either.
At least,
that is what I have been led to believe about you.
As if your elusive properties are something within the grasp of the sapiens.

I fear that.
Even as the whole attempts to embrace you.
After the struggle we will surely be sorely left on the side of woe
when, to late, we finally learn
where it is you long to go.