Part 1

twenty four.

Then, there is this end --

A shallow and underwhelming

Dawn

I would sooner repeat the burning 

Cliff hanger sun fall,

Night fall  

All encompassing

The Night falls heavy, decisively,  

A cruel eyed velvet curtain

And the perfection of the momentary 

Hush of the room

The collective inhalation 

Painting 

Anticipation down the aisles

I would finalize, I would finish nothing

It's the realization of the end that 

Bores 

I would be swallowed by night

Before bathing in another off white 

Morning swoon

And sweetly chiming song 

Climbing through 

The window

With a mocking impish grin

To shame the devil catching sin

And after, the ebbing of between. 

The empty of me 

The --