“across the dark”
The black ink gathers long before the drop descends.
A trick of sight, a stroke of art,
we count the voided centuries we haven't lived
and mistake the inner blueprint for a beacon—
some stark prescience charting the ruin
long before the stone leaves the quarry,
long before the porch is raised to rot in shadow.
Yet brighter glows the mist where we step blind.
The blessed nescience of an unmarked hour
holds no designed decay, no predicted frost
to choke the opening bloom.
To foresee the end is merely to rehearse the exit
while the curtain is still rising;
better the quiet blankness of a line
that has never spoken the dialect of regret.
We balance on the edge: one eye foretells
the heavy shadow where the cadence falls,
the other drifts among unmade timber,
deaf to the low whisper in the wall.
Let prescience name the price, the place, the hour—
it is the unknowing breath that keeps us whole,
tossing uncalculated dice across the dark.
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Much enjoyed write
Most thankful to you, dear Norman, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Man susceptible to addiction loves a game of chance with the arrogance to feel he will win against a house that never looses he roll the dice. Another fave my friend
Quite a true observation in many junctions of life and living. Thanks dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻🕊️
Tomorrow never knows as they say.
Good Write.
It never does! Thanks my friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
My Pleasure
My friend, this is philosophically rich and beautifully rendered. The desire to know what lies ahead confronts the terrible cost of knowing...and uncertainty emerges not as ignorance, but as the freedom to remain fully alive. Brilliant work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Reminds me of that first impulse at the Garden. We can't fight our nature. We can try. And we are fully alive in the moment. Thanks Tittu 🙏🏻🕊️
Fine words Rik.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
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