Six months dancing with Death in a dream within a dream
As finite Time hangs in the balance
All too conscious
that
as The One
returns to Zero,
just how precious
the ever-present
never-present
present moment
is
was
and will be.
Recuperation.
So many hours
for
necessary thoughts,
albeit dangerous or not
seducing me
into remembering
the regrets I could not rewrite
within my history.
Facing the shame of my wrongs
done unto others
to whom I can no longer
apologize,
yet totally eclipsed
by the magnitude
of my despair
for all that I will leave
undone.
Hesitation
preoccupation
self-consciousness
or cowardice
are indistinguishable
after the fact,
when
The Moment
was lost.
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