is nothing but a history

brief at best

an end of one thing

beginning of another

premonition of a future time or line we will be writing

one thing makes sense
one thing only
to live with people
day by day
that struggle
to carry you forward
it is the only way

a future music moves now to be written
wegr &t

its form is not apparent

it will be seen

klmn

brv

a hymn for saint iff

a song for his only son

the lonely one who died less lonely
& for his son

who never knew him

a song to

carry him thru to

the end