It ends abruptly. When your attention is given, sunken
into the interesting things your hands are handling, writing
descriptions of beauty in chaos observed
in the length of your lifetime you value,
you cancel the noise of other needs.
This needless chase, the cliff be damned,
running every which way, wherever we may today
the field is dreamt awake and asleep –
we run out of things to chase and keep running
away toward the new.
Welcome,
welcome,
welcome,
you.
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