there is an anxiety in anticipation,
threads connect over a few conversations.
is there a futility in expectation,
many defenses need to be ruptured yet.
there is a vague comfort in patience,
the will of a soul can not be forced upon?
is there any genuine reflection,
the sands have slipped in between the fingers before.
there are moods that hold fort,
there is a tension in unison,
is there a joy in surrender...
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the anxiety sinks in the ocean of calm,
the expectation doesn't return with the tide.
while reflections off the water ripples, dance around in gay abandon,
the stones lie on the stream bed, waiting patiently.
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