the Reckoning
is my world out of balance, the stars misaligned? have i neglected some portal, window closing on space and time? this feeling is weighted, grave and ominous, impendent in the room, unfortunately begotten, intentionally untuned. I have been remiss, I do acknowledge. I have chosen to be ignorant, I am blissfully incompetent. perhaps there is a tolerance, a permissive margin? grace period incarnate, a manifested bargain? the entity is unknown, an error uncited, impatience certainly broods, Vague obscurity indeed, no light shining in the fugue. I will need to decide, seek out or still hide...Am I giving or receiving this silent recompense?