inane annals
No Ending
by Greggory Moore | 22 Oct 2007, 15:16

You are
the last symbol
of a life unrealized,
of a life fraught on all sides
by potential that
would never be converted from
static to kinetic.
You, unknowingly,
are the last in a long line
of failures
that bloomed before their season,
the final honoring
of a perdurable tradition
that ends only with this life,
its proving ground.
But I believe that
things left unresolved
cannot end,
that questions without answers
will one day receive their complements;
and so I believe that this
personal inscrutability with which
I have been burdened
cannot remain as such,
and that something after
—the soul, a universal reckoning,
what have you—will be
answered, will finally be
satisfied. This is
what I must believe in
these final moments.
And so this is
not an ending,
nor even close to
one.

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