I thought I had enough juice to make it through

my strong constitution misleading me

into pushing past limits and into a bereft future

I couldn't imagine with projecting the past


but I see now I've emptied the tub

and that remains is the ghost of a commitment

to what may not have been mine to do

but I've done enough of it and carry nothing


but the responsibility and what will come of that

is for me to find out after I've straggled long enough

as a timid weakening shell of my life force

oh mark this as done and what's to come


but a shadow projected forward as the continuity

of a stumbling man shivering before the idea of "what next"








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