Curse this gift

that fills pages

from top to bottom,

that eats time,

         and folds space;

that picks you up here

and deposits you there;

all of the feelings

from the deep,

become monotonous

           evetr-present pain

an unyielding tension;

to fulfill the promise

to embrace this gift

with no real resolution

             in new horizons;

                         another full page

                                       full circle complete

                                              from blessing to cursed gift,

            to rename the circle,

                   catatrophic corruption.