THE RHYME

But if the plan

Was not meant

For meaning

What then

Has rhyme

To do with it?

Testing a kind of

Taunt reality

May disburse

The past

In stilted symmetry

And when it returns

In ashes

A single ember

Might once more

Flare

Into eternity

     THE END

Click

Snap

Everything

In place

Low flying

Instruments

Of timeless

Trouble

And space

One side

Believing

And then

The other

Click

Snap

And it's

All over