Coming

Time is patience for its ease coming unwound.
All for the minds thoughts spoken without sound.
Story tellings finest letting loose and pushing along.
Settling the nerves of where one truly belongs.
Now is then in tomorrows past the endless point.
Meeting ends in a window are answers that never void.
Today waits with questions of the tongues twist.
Slowly creeping hiding the tightened clinched fists.
What's to come shall be the way it was meant.
Different than what one knows as of the ongoing recent.
Nights hide from the days as reversed clings.
Bound to catch up to the matters in which will spring.
Connecting confirmations coded quite unique.
It awaits the hands click to strike to feel complete.
Distant and lingering in the winds flowing breeze.
Just out of reach claiming lessons learned to teach.
Getting closer than the tics that overlap upon the clock.
Never giving in until face to face with a dime that's drops.
Coming to know all truths needed to make conversation.
Holiding grounds displaying act of posponed communication.

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