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?




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