From the beginning, an ending was pending. It
hovered and tinctured dreams that seemed
benign until we climbed astride and rode night-
mares unawares until dawn found its way to
another fretful day.
We breathe and believe time is ours, a bite at a
Time, while doing our best to push the end away.
Some find relief in the belief that their rights are
of origins divine, that a life well spent will win
a lasting reward.
But if, perchance, this is fantasy, an outcome
More assured is to bias our lives towards help-
ping others win their little struggles to help
them snuggle up against what is understood
to be good.
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