Saturday, October 9, 2021

Command prompt


 

You know

I couldn't sit down

for the longest time-until now

and realized-that meant I was staying.


In shock

in a new Purgatory

between the life not gone

and the one not yet begun.


Of course 

change isn't This to That

transition is a stretched out process

that sinks, tears, and wears on the traveler.


Perhaps progress

is just change

that never arrives-per se

or takes a seat...


Painting by Vilhelm Hammershøi, 'Rest' c. 19905 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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