From paths to forward
To endings that see naught
For the fires that burn
Into ashes cobwebs curl
To pillars down with fraught
Shedding courses to tombs
Let the kettle simmer
Wickedly hums its churn
Endless wars never fought
Tis I the watcher
Swiftly catching eyes see
Timber light within thee
Under lamps do I learn
Bathe in night for this
All endeavors barely taught
To this hold I beg
Mind sheds to a dimmer
This I see its callousness
Inside this empty urn
For days come into naught
8/7/2024
