That which ends

Takes the solitary climb

Upon the spiral staircase

Ever upward

Toward the black expanse of

The noontide waters of ubiquity

Always beyond the

Howling gale of birth

The tempest of adolescence

The ruminations of love

The empirical theory of lust

The enfeeblement of

Heart and limb

The last bereavement and

Defies the ticking clock of

Perpetual motion

Fools, autocrats and sweethearts

Betwixed and between

Delivery and expiration

Would given a half chance

Have it otherwise

Would adventure within the

The freeze framed canvas of

Reluctant circumstance

And glue themselves within

As would I for my beau

A flawless endowment

With which to

Bring down the curtain

Upon my own collapse