Unfinished

The bonds of love
Freedom from
Giving great ability
To move, to risk, to accomplish
Reason fueled
Across distance years

But reason sputters
Thins
On reaching its edge
With experience accreting

I wonder then
About the prefix “F”
Utility Futility
About this vacancy
In my body
In my soul
Somewhere
I can neither reach
Nor find

How What Why
Now
This empty splace
Where I cannot move

Time seems a hand
Fanning Fluttering
Nearby
But not in, on
Nor through me
Though I want its caress
I am not found

Found

Found

Time bounds
Bonds
Love
This is how it founds us
Yet I do not know
When I am
Which leads me
Where I should not be
Where I know not next
So I seek
Times end

Unfinished

Honario

Seattle, United States

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