To be at time’s close,
A mark in place,
A locality, held, suspended, in being.
The passing nature of everything,
Being in a moving moment,
Through marked moments.
To be at time’s close.
Comes a reminder,
Motive, time, feeling.
At the close, stands an opening.
A new beginning,
My new eyes, sights to greet me.
At time’s close.
Had a tumultuous week. Not been sad, but been feeling empty, luckily most of it I have been okay, been kept busy by work, a lot of work. Kept me from thinking.
Back about a week, things got confusing, hectic, luckily today, things have finally gotten okay, uncertain but okay, something to go through. Hope for. I’ll try. That’s all I can do. So much is going well with everything recently.
It’s looking up.
More of an abstract poem, describing thoughts and feelings of my own into a random abstract mass of collected ideas.