If we go all the way to the end,
Where will all our beginnings lie?
If your piecemeal heart ceases to rend,
Where will all your tears go to dry?
If nothingness is war,
Will our presence conjure peace?
As glistening bodies wash ashore
Will our darkened conscience surcease?
Curse the wayward shadow, bruised and inconstant light!
Nebulous footsteps that seek terrain.
Absorb my gaze, until the taste of night,
And remember me, use me, in vain.
Art: Kristina Valic