harborers of the apocalypse
wait for the wailers to finish their sentence
before recycling parts aptly

will tomorrow
have today's face?

that same fatigued expression
taking deep breaths that writhe the trees
and sway vertigos and egos

the end
abrupt and non-sequitur
dethrones and gives rise
and gives reasons for we lovers
to claw into
each other

until swept
away thru and by
detuned scales and
tired expressions and
distraught recollections

wanton for paths
no longer

lovers turn pioneer,
again, lovers endure,
again, seeking to endear,
again, the end, always,
the end--asking, quietly,

if not to stop (never),
to destroy
completely