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I’m here, now, much like Sarah said last night;
A revision of a revision of a revision.
I don’t know what to anticipate but life itself.

By the time you reach what you want,
It’s already gone, out of sight, because it changed
Memorization serves no purpose-
Dust turns to dust-
It is transformed and nothing is the same anymore.

I feel tired but good.
I promised Rose that I would take care of myself,
And I will.
I must
Or I will never be able to achieve all that I dream,
Whatever that may be.

I don’t know that there are concrete,
Physical places in my dreams
I can only know, hope and believe
That I will live with integrity and truth.

The wise remember past.
Stuck there.
Once changed.
There is no need.
For comparison.

Vagueness.
Drawing of immaculate detail.
Dancing in that moment,
It was pure, ecstatic joy.