Tuesday, April 11, 2017

2.1804 : 4/11/10 : Middle

What in the world to call a story
that begins and begins
always waiting for a middle
for a mission for my sins
I trust the end to care for itself
strange as that might seem
but this restless churning of beginning
cracks me like a fever dream
and a the moment of decision
once again I jumped the gun
but I will not agonize
it could occur to anyone

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