The Long Run

In the long run of the life
I will be tired and will be discouraged
I will be lost and without purpose

I will not be human longer than is needed
to understand a little bit more than necessity
of why I will have to die

There will be fire and murder and hand wringing
A head in the hands or on the desk with loss
and desperation or detached from all of that

In the long run of the life
the thread may be lost and the human
may become a cause not worth saving

I will know nothing of that time
I will know only that there is an inhuman purpose
I will accept it as my just lot

I will find myself among trees
and indiscriminate flowers
at peace without the things of the world

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onward,
T