the day’s drudgery plods along
disrupted infrequently
by an anti-climactic pause—
the end is no nearer, nor
farther away than it was
minutes or years ago
it’s always right here
on the cusp of a wave
crashing toward a distant star
any change that changes changes
without a melodramatic laugh
in a quickly-twirled mustache
I am here, as you are there
but only until we are not
(April 11, 2023)
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