describing the end of it ~ not many will understand
the orifices the lacunae the foramina
have all healed or are close to closing
however much prising comprises effort
time is closing time for it is time
its time has come as we knew it would
not looked for or looked at
but can a weir stop a river
can a waterfall climb back up
none can it can’t
the damn door has slammed shut
the key is outside of the outside of warmth
and no amount of asking will break ice
nothing will melt the hard icicle
which will break the foundations of the palisade
at the boundary state of two hearts
don’t you yell no at me
are you here
can you feel the recoil
spare me the show-ground caricature
the penny-slotted haw haw dummy
this would be serious if it were not time’s fingerprint
the dead all died this way
it is the keystone in the scree of time
and the stones are so so cold
oh that is wasn’t
but it is
it has started
and that’s the end of it
never will the length of an ache be known
