will i regret these idle moments i spend typing

are they wasted moments

moments are not infinite   at least

for the living   breathing   dying sort

will i regret using protons and neutrons

and other sciency things

to tie-up words with atoms

that might be better used elsewhere   by others

am i holding them hostage   like dante's souls

condemned 

or will i rejoice   at some time yet to come   

in reading the words   

and remembering the simple pleasures

of writing   and rain   and music

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