Best not to pronounce to a thing
its end, until the subtle end
is so current as to be read
easily in the cirrus and high
cumulus of the dull cloud-banks
spelled in mile high text out along
the north sea. Where it says – the end.
Like the end of an early film
perhaps with a full orchestral
fanfare and winged horses, what not.
Then it’s probably okay to
call it. Though we can just click
watch again. Let’s start it over
right now. A big bang, transformations,
and stellar forces spinning like
a universal whirligig
and then things happen and so on.
Really not much changes as things
grow more spread out until one thing
is quite the same as the other!
And beginnings are just as odd.
So, I let a few days go by, till
I thought their tears must be dried;
and then I set off for Pisa.