Finitude
– the place you need find on earth,
in every breath,
from your fixed date of birth:
But what if you’re told
your fixed date of death?
For valid opinion?
Ask the blade-necked thief.
Should you be thinking,
as a condemned man?
You are kneeling
on the same shifting-sand.
How hard is it to live,
without waiting,
Engaged in your (own)
moment of making:
Satisfied with your time
of well-being,
Finitude:
– when you are truly seeing.