Beginning's End
It is furthest from my mind,
The looming shadow of a shadowy ending
That makes my blood run cold;
I watch the sun as it fades
Towards eternity, never to be seen
Again; never to be heard,
To be felt, nor remembered.
Hindsight projects a tolerable clime,
When the waters flowed violently
Into a tumultuous abyss of dark life;
The winds coming from every direction
Push the waters along; directing their fates
As though infantile and easily detoured;
Into the raging orange horizon, the waves
Present just below the surface of reflected light
And fiery hues, are vaporized into the heavens
And are consumed by night.
And where was I amidst this chaotic
Orchestration of infinity? Was I swept along
By the wind controlled current, or moved by forces,
Unrealized at the time, in partnership with the moon?
The sound of events around me was amplified
To deafening volumes where existence was confused
With permanence. Finally left blinded and breathless
Caught between sundown and nightfall.
It remains furthest from my thoughts,
But troubles my waking hours just before dawn.
When sleep has lost its hold and the wind begins
To blow again. The forces of invisibility begin to pull
At the new day’s embellishment of yesterday’s
Struggle and tomorrow’s unknowing.
And so it is written:
“Fear dwells in the unknowing, but what cannot be seen
has always been observed.”
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