The knowledge

that something or someone dear

is on the way

steeps me in yearning delight

like I steep my cup of excellent

earl gray

in a boil

of wanting

a simmer of waiting

a delight to be sipped slowly

not frenetically at all

I have finally learned to steep

and sip

relax

and enjoy

the time

savor every second of

far horizons drawing

nigh

 

There will be no end

I try to think of the things
of which there will be no end
and it is actually hard
we can hardly think
of categories we can only
imagine
we are built to decay
everything does
and that which does not
like styrofoam
destroys
yet
there is a vague small thread
almost
impossible to grasp
that leads to a lofty
possibility
a goodness wrapped in joy
that
has
no
ending

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I try to think of the things

of which there will be no end

and it is actually hard

we can hardly think

of categories we can only

imagine

we are built to decay

everything does

and that which does not

like styrofoam

destroys

yet

there is a vague small thread

almost

impossible to grasp

that leads to a lofty

possibility

a goodness wrapped in joy

that

has

no

ending