By the Bedside of Splendour
When our darkest beauties and darkest repulsions,
When our history and present moments, Aspirations and negotiations,
When all of these open fully and empty into the hungry earth and absorbing skies—
The end and the beginning meet us.
Why can vacancy feel so full?
Silence be so loud?
The cessation of breath burn?
May we follow, follow, follow
This scattering to the ends, ends, ends,
And sit by the bedside of splendour.