ender

an ender should not dread the end

reaper of all, you sowed once too

a guide for the died

what fear is there

for the destined real?

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you will be summoned

you will appear

be drawn to my wavering soul

suspended above my shallow shell

and dear death

once ago

and once again

 become

enfleshed

everloving i

Everloving I:
beg among the multitude,
but you are darkness-fair,
to give but kingly precious few…
an essence of alms
to sustain the pleader more.
 
In my wounded soul:
I have placed you piercing deep,
yet still you wander…
still my heart do reap.
 
I will breathe the very air:
that you will move to form,
the words of change.

And there I will:
part my lips,
to sigh…to seal
and cry with my soul
returned

to ask still why I will ever
yearn.

more than enough

though i feel the points and juttings

as i toss and turn and knock about

my fingers still seek and sink into

the weighty dough

and though at times i peer at spindly

i beg the Fleischer

and promise soft to pay him dearly

and even sometimes i breathe in

and glimpse reedy

but there is no question

of how

at noon’s call

how needy

how so very, very greedy

it gets…

and though you tell me

to really see

and to see what you see

i see only me

and that

i am more than enough