Observation
Now and then one needs a bit of chaos,
Even when grown old, perhaps then
Most of all, end time nearing, though questions
Still can be answered. Things seem so strange now,
The way they did, most likely, at the start.
In between, he’d acted like he had a clue.
Now he knows he never did, and sure
In hell doesn’t have one now. Little’s left
To happen, but something could prove momentous.
These days, brushing his hair, paying attention
To each stroke, he drifted into feeling
Without words, and simply was, alive
Past comprehension. That was the hard part:
Just saying yes. Leaping into being.
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