I feel a sense of thoughtfulness
as I contemplate the end.
Not sadness, really,
not regret.
And surely not depression!
Reflection?
But neither
do I feel a sense of immanence.
The mystery surrounding ETD is that it's that:
estimated, undefined,
unsure.
I'll know the moment that I board the plane
which instance stands corrected
on the shore of time.
The one regret I have is that I haven't
been acquainted with the language
past
the indispensability
of market jargon.
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