Leading On

There is no end until it comes
and then

silence

Perhaps it was a touch too much
or else
a bit too little

beauty

Was the dark to deep
the well
a chamber

was the portrait too perfect

percussion

Words can wither
and roads return
but the night

will linger

 

Dated ~ May 1997


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Keywords

uncertainty Scribligraphy reflection memory legacy English endings darkness ambiguity

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