Where are the arms of eternity? I
Cannot feel their length, I cannot see
Their breadth, I am only human… A sty
In God’s eye, a flux without flow, a bee

Without a honeycomb. I fear I must pass
Before my needs are met. Eternity! …
I exsanguinate, waiting for Fate’s glass
Eyed stare, as, I must pass before I'm me.

Where are my arms of eternity? I
Cannot feel their breadth, I cannot see
Their length, I am only human… Belie
Me not, in my God’s eye. You seem to flee

Whatever lack old suffrages decree,
Eternity’s arms, you are dreams of me.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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