the next chapter

the bookmark that impeded progression
found itself cracking the hinges
of the next chapter.

we do not stop.
we needlessly do not stall.
we do not hedge our futures.
we willfully do not quit.

what sacrifice time can make of our lives.
bleeding the experience out of the veins
that would otherwise sustain hope.
what looked like a weapon was merely a needle-and-thread mending kit.

suspense, an innately human creation,
does not belong in the animal world.
awaiting the decisions of the page turner,
of the revealing of the great master plan – it’s all bunk.

in this trivial allegory
let us turn the page
and begin, again.