Until the Finally

Until I reach the "then"

I won't know

and neither will you

For yourself or me

Meanwhile, we take our stroll

Sundry steps

an uneven course onward

Hope, fate and folly

The wise catch the wink

Live right here

attuned to the now

whate'er things be

Beyond our finite view

Time's arc spurs

and carries us on

To the finally

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Ugh. Poetry is like trying to kiss an oily walrus. Not that I would know from experience exactly, but I bet it's hard! Feedback is always appreciated.