At the end
of the beginning
nothing stirs


the past’s
laid out
like a lost map

once vibrant
pulsing, iridescent:
that’s youth

fading.


Decisions made
snap
like branches in the

storm.


You walk in
darkness: obscured
in cloud

we share
illuminated
moments:

At the end
of the beginning
despair lingers,


you grope for
cohesion, I flutter:
a trapped bird

seeking justice.


There is no
answer to your
riddle


round & up
it spirals
an eroding

sculpture
of desire


The answer
is harsh,
disperses laughter


At the end
nothing stirs
the palette

is sombre


yet like a
fool I glitter in
my galaxy of dreams


awaiting morning.


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