At the end
of the beginning
nothing stirs

the past’s
laid out
like a lost map

once vibrant
pulsing, iridescent:
that’s youth


Decisions made
like branches in the


You walk in
darkness: obscured
in cloud

we share

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

round & up
it spirals
an eroding

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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