there
                           is no perfect ending, only an essence
                                         of what may come.
                                  there is no certainty,
                   only endless hours.
                        and clocks don't last forever.
             and only the spinning wheels
                              of this planet will show you
                                                      the empty plains of change.
                                 beyond our prophets, beyond names
                                              etched in trees,
           beyond the faceless urgency of now
                    threatening
                            at your heels.
             and fingers, they'll keep hammering away
                                            at sonatas.
                                and toes,
       they'll dig into warm sand
                      and wiggle
                    because they have to.
                              because this confusion is magic.
                                      because
                                 the perfect ending
                                                is bottled anarchy.
              covered in spiders. scratched
                        with the ache of friends
                                   who'll fly to different places.
                who you'll never meet again. who'll add wrinkles
                            to their faces.
       who'll lose and love and fight
                                      for everything
                         that makes sense.
                               and they'll know that nothing
                                            is eternal, that one won't know
                                                                   the difference
                                          between grace and shame.
              for there's only essence, only uncertainty,
                              only clocks and wheels
                          in perfect anarchy
                                  showing the way.