Experience and Existence

 

It is:

 

the sweet release

of a downpour

on a humid day;

 

the rumble of thunder

over rolling hills

danced upon

by robot ribbons;

 

the memory of Destiny's call

and finding yourself a thousand miles

from the one you love

or in the arms

of the one you don't;

 

a long drive after

a long day

under the golden-glowing sliver

of the moon

that slipped from

childhood memory;

 

solitary solemnity

in a room full of

sleepy people

who are

your only friends;

 

 

Dead silence

amidst a frozen slumber

penetrating even

your unprotesting

fingertips.

 

The secret excitement

of downed power lines

an unobstructed horizon

and living

dangerously

 

Late night road trips

on abandoned highways

and fireflies like

littered glitter

in a constellation

that follows you.

Home.

 

the simple regret

of letting time

tick by.

Tock.  Sigh.

 

Not that you were

too late,

just

that you were

too ignorant.

Arrogant.

 

The realization

of real regret

when finding

these things make

a human

a human;

 

the end

of a long year

and a fresh start

encompassed

in a ten-second

countdown and

 

making that choice:

Renovation

or

Revolution.

Ten seconds.

Go.

The End

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