Wait:
World,
Will you wait for me?
Hold me close in the end of things?
I have only just begun to live,
And I have only just begun to die,
Transient.
As I have ever been,
Roaming the spaces between fractions,
Walking the line between life and death,
Never quite sure of the truth to reality.
I am blooming,
Ready to take you into my arms,
Watching as you disintegrate.
Becoming fallow is still becoming.
Are you lost?
Are you scared?
Yes.
Always.
My physical form is wafting,
The rust of age is settling into my bones.
I have too much to do.
And yet,
I slumbered too long.
Please.
Wait!
I’m moving glacier towards the avalanche.
My steel limbs are churning.
But I’m still getting up to speed.
