Contour

Beyond the
seeable. 
It awaits.
Around 
the bend
it hides, 
plotting.
Over the
horizon 
the trend
disappears, 
where 
unknowable
resides.
Today, 
not
guaranteeing 
tomorrow, 
not
resembling 
the soon
to be.
Travels toward 
whistling.
Uncertain 
existence,
reality, hangs
in the 
balance.
The farther
along the
the quicker 
the pace.
The larger the
uncertainty.
The future
beckons. 
Increasingly not
mirroring 
the here
and now.
Just
around the
corner
and up
the road.
The unknown 
contour of
destiny’s
reality,
waiting to
embrace.

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