So this is mostly about this hour of power
I don’t think what I’ve written here is good by any measure.
However, it keeps me going in a way as I haven’t done much of this kind of writing in a few weeks.

Written at home.

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Perhaps choosing this was folly
Rather than rest I hurtle on forward
Looking for targets I may not reach
Hoping for destinations that are not there

I search far and wide
As my acceleration increases
Yet my motion remains slow
Betraying my desire for speed

I hope to see something new
And reach the target I’ve set up
However, it remains out of sight
And so I continue onward