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I bought myself a bright new pair of shoes today.
The old ones had indeed served me well,
Still I walked them to the garbage to throw away...
Then I heard the toll of a church bell.

I stopped and thought of how quickly we move.
From chapter to chapter we keep a zealous pace
And end up tripping over pulse and groove - 
That we lose sight of our cause is often the case.

For some time now I have been skipping ahead
Impatient to know the forthcoming.
Now I realize what I kept leaving unread
Was the person I was becoming.

That clean, crisp, unblemished white of the blank page
Once called out to me beckoning,
Yet preceding passages have set the stage
For this moment of reckoning.

Yes, great climaxes surely lie in wait,
But this page, I see, has been written on.
Any effort to revise or negate
Would create an eraser bitter on.

I look at the moon.
For the first time I behold it.
Tomorrow comes soon.
I wait for the night to unfold it.