Completion.
Is such an ugly activity.
The distance between your eyes.
Begs for the lack of that margin.
The distance between your heart and mine.
Begs for the lack of that margin.
Understanding.
Is such an ugly thought.
The color of your eyes.
Begs for more excitement.
The depth of your soul.
Begs for a diver.
Thought.
Is such an ugly reaction.
The time it takes.
Is only minimal compared to what I've been given.
The reaction you gave.
Is farther away from what I wanted.
Salvation.
Is such an ugly demise.
Pray for it.
It won't come.
Wait for it.
It won't come.
Effort.
Long past.
Care.
So fast.
Dropped.
Just as fast.
And you thought salvation meant completion.
Look where its gotten you.
To the end.
The tunnel dies this morning, and your within its walls.
Its almost frightening to think of the funeral.
And how many people won't be there.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 371 AF.