Exit Ramp

The exit ramp looms large just up ahead, though still an unknown distance ‘round the bend, a terminus of sorts. Perhaps a point from which to send us out of time constraints, into the now, the means by which remain unknown, just how exactly, this all ends. To fret, a waste, ’tis said, so I shall trust instead. And yet, this ideation blooms within my mind, a frequent fascination that with other thoughts, comports. If only now, is there no then, and sequencing of time, thus obsolete, as all arrive en mass, surprised to meet? The world I know is flat; my finitude stretched thin, constrained to trust again. ————— Another fun one, a Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 10a-10b-6c-8b-10d-10d-6b-12a This one comes from a notion from reading Matthew 25, in the Last Judgment. All would have died at different times, but on that day, all were surprised, hence the idea of different departures, all arriving at now. ---------- This will be the third time I've added sponsor info. I do not know what is happening here... for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney written on 10/13/22