consider what you’re turning into,
what you’ll speak about,
or if you’ll speak at all.
perhaps you’ll speak about
the inherent wholeness of timing;
how good and bad are perfectly aligned
even when they don’t feel so,
and how every occurrence comes
at the end of a countdown
hanging out there somewhere.
forces count down the time to when you’ll step on those blades of grass,
rotate your thumbs as you wait for sleep,
or drop a fork on the kitchen floor.
the start of silence as you wait for ideas,
the divine appointment of action and opposite and equal reaction,
and of deep sighs with residual emptiness after bad news…
perhaps you’ll speak about that.
or perhaps you won’t speak at all.
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