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You

who long

to eat fire

and not be burned

to climb the cliff

for the thrill of the fall

(knowing the bump at the bottom’s 

the best part of all) -

You who have tied yourself

to the galloping horse of tomorrow

whose heart ever races in the frantic chase to be there

whose soul cries ‘On, on, on!’ 

You for whom ‘Tomorrow!’ is the motivation for every breath

the flip side of every thought 

You for whom nostalgia is forward looking

whose eyes strain to see beyond horizons

and glimpse that place of All Good Things - 

Drink with me

to the impossible virtue 

of patience.

sar 2014