Waiting . . .

  

I AM WAITING . . . waiting . . .  until

Until . . . when? 

Until the future

When what I am waiting for will be

I am listening . . .

Listening . . . for what?

For what I am waiting for

I can see the house:

The entirety of the thing

That encases my hope

But the rooms are still invisible

And the furniture isn’t there yet

I can see the baby:

The embryo of the thing

That encases my desire

But its fulfillment is still invisible

Its mind, isn’t quite there, yet

I know what I am waiting for

But I do not know it’s there

Waiting for me to stop waiting for it

And know it . . . so as I know     

      

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-From:  ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3