Nothing Ahead

by Kerry A. Wiley

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It comes the way certain dreams do,

already in motion,

a road that feels known
without ever being seen.

The outline holds,

as if something ahead
has already happened,

and is waiting.

A frame in the distance,
not finished, but near.

The shape clears.

A promise forming,
already kept.

Half built from hope,
half already real.

Not a thought
that flickers through,

Still water,
holding the shape of the sky.

Then a spark.

Ahead
in the light.

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It comes the way certain dreams do,

motion stilled,

a road once imagined,
now seen.

The outline holds.

Nothing ahead
remains to reach,

nothing left between.