A permissible moment, per-say;
that as these passing moments do pass by
we part ways to pardon such passable possibilities,
be deemed plausible.
And though passed, we pause and ponder
the once plausible,
which seemed impossible,
could have been possible.
So we peruse and pursue,
poised and pressed, for impenetrable perfection.
Our passions and persistence are placed on plaques,
personifying the pretentious desires to peak past
our own parameters of possibilities.
~J
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