If the end of things is foretold
I was not present
for the telling.
When the plague is past
there will be no dancing
in the streets.
Only an uncertain hope
and hands too tired
to hold it.
Of course
we may seek
to bend this truth to our will
deny finitude, completeness
say
this moment, this life
has drawn to a close
but I have still have
one more thing
to say.
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