strung out

i think of ee cummings and i wonder
about the string of thoughts that as would
twine
connect me to the divine
in myself

and unfolding myself as this part
is unexpected but of interest as i can see now
there is
more

reluctantly the thought of a destiny
propels the mind to flip to the last page

the ending

but it is this final breath
that gives meaning and purpose to

the stuffy nose of today.