Or a question?
Do I feel defeat?
This great feat, this canyon,
That gathers at my feet
It all crept up on me
Like a cozy, anonymous creek.
But this feels more comparable
To a serpent-monster.
A silent incubus that's been
Waiting between my sheets.
While everyone is watching,
Waiting for me to jump into the deep.
Can't I hold on to a map,
Or the past?
A nostalgic notion
That promises circular laps?
I'd dig trenches in
Midwinter Alaskan earth
Just to have history within grasp.
But time gave me a one way ticket.
There is no going back.
There is no cutting slack.
There is no 11:11.
No Angel in this black.
Wishing never worked
This hourglass will not crack.
It has all come down to this:
This canyon,
This cliff.
Into hard, unforgiving abyss
The Darkness of uncertainty
Anticipation of bliss
All that can be done now is to wait,
Coiled up like a panther.
Ready to pounce
At the sound of disaster.
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
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