Post-Extentiential

I could yearn for a thousand ages,
beg for a millennia and then,
still have nothing to show you.


No die to cast,
no road to follow,
no proof,
that this even exists.


I could haunt the orchards of the past,
scale the cliffs of prophecy,
and still I will fail you.


I can give you no proof,
no validation,
nothing but experience,
succumbing to repetition.