Dilemma

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This is deeper than it seems.
We are only in our dreams.
You can’t let on. You can’t despair
that you are all and everywhere.
You see the sun; it’s in your eyes.
And that you’re it is no surprise.

The moon so lovely, also blue.
The stars are laughing now at you.
The fear is waxing like the moon
as you chant, “Too soon, too soon.”
The veil is rent and you’re not content
for you arrived before you went.

Time is shuffled like a deck and
you are now a mortal wreck.
Pick a day, any day, and soon it
will be hell to pay.

You rattle like a skeleton
until you’re through, until you’re done.
I write this deeply letting go
of all I am and all I know.

Vicki Woodyard

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