Escalator Aftermath

Life is good ^__________^.

who would think

(who would know, really)

how complete I'd be

(in all actuality)

almost a month later

than when all was said and done

(but not really, because, truly,

stories never end,

at least not in our heads)

my life would get something different

a spark and spring for my

once-broken time-machine

(indubitably, I've found I always

had one in my head up there,

behind a box called

"imagination")

and maybe after this

over and under these hills I will climb

(but I'll never miss

what I find

at every crest

and bow)