The Ending Paragraphs

and lastly a narrative.

something fashionably
abject
and cruel

for
the cold and sluggish
masses to
grab hold of
with many
pockmarks and
depressions
just fine for
curling into and pulling
'round

all the fathomless darkness
that is not the sea at all and
never had been.

a narrative endless enough to satisfy even the most finite of us standing at the epicenter of a seismographic alliteration the same word repeated over and over but the very nature of the word is hidden in the repeating lines drawn carefully in accordance to the earth's temperament or the next literary movement

and that sort of narrative
because we are not in the
business
of teaching are we?
ah no we do not
impart those life leaning lessons
here if it is not already apparent then there is nothing that we can do

but a narrative yes written to transcend Nothing because really is not Nothing hardest to transcend (there is no over under above behind beyond it is all and every and neither)

but let us dictate.
word. word.
more words and more bridges between all the darker islands a narrative yes a work of our own that shall belong to all and in that the grandest of magic tricks belong to no one and

no
one
is some
thing
of
no
thing

in that they will read and not be critics
or the harshest critic
of
all