poem

What will I become?

i am.
now

i am going to be.
soon

what will i become? be it something i see today, or something I've thought?
i couldn't worry over it any more than i do.
so...
i tell myself, relax and live.

I will make a decision today, that will affect tommorow, in turn...
until tommorow is here, and a new tommorow is already on the horizon.
but tommorow is not the goal. it can't be.
i'll focus on the means not the end.


in most ways my life has been made complete,
it is not finished,
it is in the process,
the infinite process,
without beginning or end.

my start and finish has been replaced. infinance now abounds, while my flesh is made whole