life

the roads           converge into one          a single path      that declines

becoming          more and more narrow   with each step

even as sounds coalesce             into a single note

tiny, tinny, barely          audible until the path

and the sound and even the light unite

providing hardly still a goal to seek

or a meaningful point to pursue,

’til all at once nothing remains

but a miniscule speck of light

far in the distance and all

you really have to do

is reach out

and just

touch

it

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