The Last Chant

The one answer left to me

 is captured in verse

 

Old roadmap destroyed

 old play unrehearsed

 

The light becomes blocked

 as it shines from without

 

Its story an old one

 its warmth left in doubt

 

The road to this moment

 paved over in verse

 

Its bedrock a question

 an inner rebirth

 

My eyes closing tightly

 the last chant has begun

 

Past-future in ruins

 as within—I become

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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