for you truly believed.
What you seize now
is walls and thorns,
but in molten fire
your tears will burn.
There is no fruitful approach
when the elk leans over the stream
and mossy footprints are left behind.
You can only wait for the wind
to bring forward the smell of heat.
Wonder if he looks within himself
while carrying on or
if he knows how useless fate is.
— The End —