Thinking About the Indefinite

Can you picture the place
In which you'll be
When the hands of time
Have wound the clock
With such subtle consistency?

Can you perceive yourself
As you might be,
Not now but then,
When, after you've been
Gone so long,
You are something unforeseen?

Imagine the end,
The one plot line component
No author can omit.
The gentle end, the forgiving end,
The one thing on which you can depend.

Could you perhaps undo the future
Before it ever happens;
Rewrite your supposed fate
As you see fit, and then pursue it,
Give life to your own creative wit.
And then never worry about the end.

I do wish to see you again.