Pages.
Pages
from the
calendar
fall.
Steady
pace
one to
the
next.
Speeding
up.
Unrelenting
inexorable
march
to an
unknown
place.
From
day one
to the
end of
time.
Meaning.
Gleaning
meaning.
A fools
endeavor.
Immersed
in a most
peculiar
expanse.
Sea of
uncertainty.
Left alone.
Alone,
to navigate
the
distant
shore.
Infinite
horizons.
Infinite
lands of
existence.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2022 08:01
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Comments1
That distant shore is a long way of yet John.
Andy
In the blink of an eye Andy.
Thank you for reading.
JP
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