let the rest
Take care of itself,
the circle meet its end
of it’s own volition,
the age old questions
passed from our scholar fathers and their scholar fathers remain unanswered-untouched and unblemished by the ravages of brainwork,
a rock falling down a chute forged in the shape of the rock,
smooth,
made for the moment and her indeterminate visitation,
despite the distance traveled,
coming and going,
unchanged.
