An end is the start of what it
ends only to start ending
where it started to end.
Candle lit tears roll like molten
gold on hills of peach forevers,
searching for a home.
Staring into a mirror long enough will
force it to show what is
craved to be seen. Drifting
smoke hides breath
frightened of cruel, accusing open air.
Crushed under weight of regret
hopes soon find the wait unbearable. One
key will fit the lock, budge the cylinder, but
can’t make the tumblers fall. All of
life’s riddles have answers written inside hearts
of innocents and time bombs in hearts of malevolence.
Take the body inside slowly but
drink down blood fast, savor the flavor
of the savior. Trust the right things, trust the
wrong things, trust things right, trust things wrong.
Beginning is ending what began at
the end’s beginning before the end.

11/15/2002

Posted on 11/15/2002
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