finis...

It takes hold, as it must, as elementary demand,
Utterly, definitively, into and upon nothing,
It belongs, in triangular threat, with anonymous authority,
In coming in this broad daylight, with nothing hidden,
In this narrow nightlight, with dark promise,
Thou, tightly coiled, aroused to aversion,
Either in this birth, emergence,
Or in this death, loss,
In this sleep, confusion,
Or in this wait, emptiness,
Endlessly we ask, I and thou plead in infinite silence,
No answer, in essential uncertainty,
Delivered we are into this ontic fate,
Viewing always this fixed horizon,
Of this final breath through this veil of intended fear,
This ultimate moment, despair of all doubt,
Possessing and having not this cold terminal tear,
Self surrender to certainty,
No more questions, no more doubt,
No more loneliness, no more self.
Point to point, striving to epicyclical escape,
A courageous covering to geometrical affirmation.