Wait

(the vicarious)

---

floating

feeling

or something

less

similar?

It's quite nice, now that

I have regained "normal" senses.

But it still seems so

very

strange.

I don't remember much, but—

Now I see it all.

There wasn't much to regret,

Nothing much left at all.

Some things, perhaps, I would like to have done

But find myself as complete without having done so.

and so

I must

carry on.

But how do I?

I must carry on.

I can never really stop.

But I can wait a little while,

Can't I?

A white dog beckons to me.

To follow him is to carry on.

But for now I wait in this ivory garden,

Among flowers of icy stone.

I can

wait

for a little more.

An eternity and a half—

That's only a little while,

Isn't it?