Fin

I've already forgotten why I chose this title for this poem. I guess this is the ultimate form of the saying that once a work is finished it no longer becomes the writer's own.

Thursday, 8th September 2005

Fin

Endless infinity
Glowing like a fervent flame burning out
A pale orange orifice upon the dark expanse
A trace of day piercing the night

Sink into the darkness
Vanish, Luna, from my sight
Inducer of insomnia
give me repose!

Endless infinity
The darkness made violet by your light
No glitter upon the sea above me
Eaten by your vicious glow

Sink into the sea
Let it shimmer
Once again for me
Give me repose!

Endless infinity
The madness, it chases me
The tack-tacking and garb-garbling
running through my ears

Sink into the silence
Memories of madness
Of daylight
Of noise
Give me repose!

Endless infinity
Spinning, circling, orbing
My eyes follow outlines
silhouettes and flashes

Sink into abyss
Let me rest in darkness
Let me see no light
Let me see no shadows
Let me sleep at night

Give me repose...