For the beginning
For the end
For all that is represented by nothing
Once in a while
more frequently muted terror

But at least…
If I’m waiting
I don’t have to figure it all out
I don’t have to take a stand
I don’t have to move

I can be lost
Lost in the draw of all that is not
Expounding the necessity of connection
While hiding away
Avoiding contact
Because after all
I’m waiting

But when it happens
Will I know?

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