The thing I want to say has no words
So I'm just going to write across ages speaking around the thing
As if it could even be called a thing
Enduring endless uncertainty
Being in this moment
Coming to this moment
* so delicate *
Dodging and weaving
These thoughts
Promoting doubt, fear, and despair
" But what about this . . . "
" If it was more like . . . I would be better off "
Does this stream end at, here ?
Does this bring me to now ?
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Planning for the future
* so delicate *
Justification
Defense
" I need to plan for the future "
" Or I will have no future "
Taking me away from now
Option z)
trust
That by releasing the future
It is assured
I am taken care of
Because what is assurance anyway ?
A begging for mercy ?
A needing comfort ?
A fear of being out of control ?
Can I be out of control
At the mercy of a whimsical force
?
Do I fear to have my control killed ?
What happens if I let go . . .
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Down I go
Or up
I suppose
