If the end is the beginning and
The portal must be breached,
Then the search need not fall
heavily
Upon the beaten masses who
Sit and weep and keep the
vigil
Deep into the night,
Who cast their gaze toward
heaven til
The hopeless feeling passes.
And you and I bear witness
And stalk uneasy truths
And wonder at the wonder of
The awful wondrousness.
Dare we pose the question?
Dare we to offer answer?
Are we somehow at fault and
If we are, do we confess?
For every sparkling dewdrop
For every baby’s cry
For every lilt of laughter in
A halt and brazen world
There lives a new beginning
There lives a sad
goodbye
A bittersweet dilemma
As the story is unfurled.
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