These days extend

Into more

And still more

It is always more

As the gaps widen

Into canyons

We no longer slip through

We plummet

A fall from grace

In spectacular fashion

But whether we fall

Or whether we rise

The demands remain:

More, more, and more

An endurance test

Made only to watch

The inevitable crash

That follows

This cluttered and crowded path. – Caroline A. Slee


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