Friday, 29 May 2009

Patience destroyed

I sit on the edge,
Moments from the beginning,
I can feel its arrival,
But yet cannot live it.

It’s almost tangible.

Here on the edge,
I ignore what is now,
I look to the future,
I forget the past.

It becomes tangible.

Patience destroyed,
Desire surrounds,
I want the beginning,
And create the end.

From tangible to nothingness,
The beginning is lost to me.

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