Spent Enough Time

Even the city is nervous
high tension wires run between all the rigid structures
shoulders hunched high
even in the stuttering sunshine of changing seasons.

Who are we,
infinitessimal creatures
made of weft and fragile cables
to be different?

Who among us has a heart
that has never strayed to the love of some
simple
beauty.

Which of us – no.

We have all spent enough time
wondering
who, how, what, when?

You are ready.
You have everything you need.
The world loves you.

All those things weighing you down
are just the past.
Step forward into your life like through
the turnstile in the Underground:
irrevocable, full of promise.
Payment will be needed on the other side,
and we all know
you
are
good for it.

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