Of Transitions

Beginnings and Ends

are indistinguishable

from one another. 

Scatter me into the wind

Do not cry for I am free

transitions

perpetual

eventual

inevitable

what is

was

wasn't

to be

you are

I am

ticking

tocking

dripping

slowly 

rushing out

all at once

behind us

history writ

forgot

every word

ready

to be taken

peddle expectation

defy demand

await crucifixion 

storm over 

the ocean

more drops

of water

she hardly

notices.