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Eternal Round Trips

If I leave now and give myself
An eternity, I’m told I’ll never
Reach the edge of our universe,
Whose incomprehensible contours
Would eventually deposit me
Back at my front door to which
I have just returned, arms laden
With chicken and eggs, thoroughly
Comprehending that I will never
Reach the end of my to-dos.

© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

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