The question remains
how long will we have to go
until the end comes
for when the end comes
we won’t know that it’s arrived
we will be over
breathlessly lying
in the position in which
we last took our form
the old paradox
goes something along these lines
every step taken
brings us closer to
what might be destination
but we are only
taking one more step
toward one more other step
and then another
if time were not real
we would have to invent it
so we could arrive
in the place we left
before we had forgotten
where we had been born
sometimes all it takes
for a stone to roll away
is to breathe one breath