In search of the end,
I lose the beginning;
along the way,
I chew the stale bread —
already past its time.
A flavorless longing
that rasps my mouth.
No arrival,
no destination,
I am a shadow of myself
to the end:
To arrive without being —
what remains of me.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:02 PM UTC
In search of the end,
I lose the beginning;
along the way,
I chew the stale bread —
already past its time.
A flavorless longing
that rasps my mouth.
No arrival,
no destination,
I am a shadow of myself
to the end:
To arrive without being —
what remains of me.
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