what's so bland about a sense of urgency,
when what-for's loose their sense of insistency?
when have-tos forget their order of approach?
when deemed necessary brakes out in laughter?
when death is celebrated
as a breakthrough or a brake-out?
if we actually had time on our hands,
would that be in the form of gloves, rings,
skin lines, scum, or weight-fulness?
impending can have so many false fronts.
expectation is ever so anxious in waiting.
thank god bedtimes stories were read over and over.
therefore expectation was discovered to have
its limits of excitement and intrusion on the moment.
the whole titillation of next moment's come
is the pretend of a bystander to one's own existence.
for every moment's action is its own accord.
yes, it carries messages forward.
yes, it deems as if to direct.
yes, it often belies of future intent.
but it is also richly blessed
in its immediacies present.
urgency may have over-dressed.
tides of the moment
are always on the move.
it just depends,
how north or south you are
and what season
you find yourself in . . .
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