The plan the end
a determination to reach
And then the walls the rains
then the slips the falls and crashing
crashing

The plan is known the end is seen
but the walls are felt
and the crashing
crashing

Sometimes I get up again
and remember the plan the end
But I feel
I feel the crashing

I know the one
I feel the other
Then a thing unexpected
and I know and feel
both

And I get up
again
and wait
for both

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