Always another task at hand,
Superseding vague ambitions of transcendence
With immediacy,
The immediacy of earning money,
Of maintenance demanded by inanimate objects,
Then the hungry pursuit of well-deserved reward,
Focused on the more corporeal aspects of existence.
Yet,
That misty, translucent cloud of angelic eternity still hovers,
Just beyond reach,
Beckoning.
Someday,
(I try to assuage my neglected nobility)
Someday,
(I earnestly promise)
I will begin.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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