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ENOUGH. STREAM

What if you knew that you had
a terminal disease, a predictable finite end.
What then?  Wait, and wallow in self pity?
Or, go forward anyway until you could not anymore
perhaps raising one wrinkled and unsteady hand
in gesturing to the the nearby seated sister to listen
to one more faceted garnet of wisdom
croaked from a dry throat
before the stars closed in
and the tunnel of light sucked you up.

For we, who accomplish what there is to do...
are certain that the sands of time
will run out of that universal hourglass
before the conclusion is completed
of what there is to do.
There is little time to waste,
none to wallow or wait as if having been placed on hold
by Betty Boop quickly pulling cloth-covered wires
and placing them back in the switchboard cleverly
to keep eternity in your ear.

A conversation about what is possible
is like those early dawn clouds
changing minute by minute, lightening, designing
the clouds are in the magic hour of changing perspectives.
This early morning's clouds are gorgeous
yet not immobile as in a photograph
even the trees reach for them
moved by their beauty into action,
the clouds do not wallow, or waste, or wait for appreciation
they move thru the sky having somewhere to go.

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since age 7 they have been forecasting I will die at 13,
then some one said
wait there is time
may when now
they said he will go in 1977 or so
And they put me to test in an accident
7 minutes was gone came back
then since 50 years all kinds of disease
couldn't take me
many docs tried
now cut it short
I have any amount of time
an auto poet
can never be timed
will go
but when even clouds don't know
Never a poet was I
but today read world wide
you know it
let me continue when there is no flu
no covid
nothing to stab me
many tried
cried
ahead of their time died
why don't I
ask Gee
scribbler
best answer it yourself
O great poet
best when
ask NASA

in Neo perhaps I am the oldest
loved plus lovedly

Need to write this together, more than is here, to bring forth a present, a present to others.

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