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