It closes in.
You can feel it.
You try not to get swept away in fear.
But you can feel it.
Real or not, it preoccupies the moment, then the hour.
Something is inescapable.
All of that time you had to change.
All of that life failing to make any real contact.
So much rendered “meaningless” in comparison to the tall order that awaits right ahead.
And you thought you felt small before.
And who can say what comes after?
You can only feel it.
And you don’t quite want it to arrive.
But it does.