no ending

Posted: December 8, 2015 in Uncategorized

wasting water in my final resting place here before you knew it

it was too late to move you reached the end a long time ago

a ways back anyway

 

you eliminated the excuses but not the reasons why

the contours of failure remain carvings in a stone wall

shadows without relief the images cut deep

 

a vivid tableau etched with familiar characters

the movements of millennia project them like cinema

motion too vast for the human eye to apprehend

 

the tools change the hands grow less steady

start to finish the end product is always the same

a story with no ending

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Comments
  1. Bob Burkhardt says:

    this reaches deep inside… compelling and urgent. well done.

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  2. insofar as music can be said to be, you describe its shell.

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