In the end, beginning

Narrative has taken 
the mystic mantle
and driven out the other ghosts

fair was the weather
on the day stories 
became the food for thought and rain

developmentally, can you feel
evolution in your lips
as you taste behavior and put it

into context, a denouement
for midnight at the edge
of the last day of the beginning of your life. 

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s