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Waiting to Begin

You are waiting for me,

to slow down,



You are here.

Waiting for me

to join you.

In the meantime,

waiting for us to write


I am waiting too.

Waiting for something dramatic

That says NOW.

Now, is the time to write.

Waiting for a prompt

to carve itself

in willing bark.

Waiting for a mystical skywriter

to spell NOW,

in the stars.

Waiting to awaken

with a book upon my tongue.

I hear now  but

there will be no

prewritten book.

No visions of words

in starlight.

No engraved tree trunk.

Just you.

Waiting for me

to sit



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