How am I to journey when its not?
I speak of life and never of dearth… of what is, has and hardly what is not.
To reconcile what is not, fails me;it is beyond substance, it goes against plans,goals,dreams,idle wishes,desires,lusts.
What is not mercilessly crushes my idea of future past. Yet absence claims an intangible…other state.
…without considering what is not, I walk a tightrope as though a highway. I walk with great purpose…Even as I walk into the dark.
How,am I to journey?
Am I ruled by Time, or Action?
The former goes without me, the latter, even when I choose not to act,is an equal course of action.
Time blurs as it rolls by,as I plough through, daily to,wherever I am going to.
And memories darken.
And action pushes for immediate jarring activity to regress or progress new pathways.
They collude against me, time and action,action within time.
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