Must Follow

An end must follow every great beginning.
The opposites that lived within their minds
had never really been transcended.
The glow of long sought knowingness
was fading in the heat of all their need.
Unsatisfied, they merely hit repeat.

Still searching for a rise beyond defeat.
Yet always falling back into the street.
Pavement melting in the sweltering.
The fire in their eyes had grown too dim.
Their shelters turning to imprisonment.
A wealth of things that came to mean
the feel of nothing really there at all.

The shadows kept on falling into them.
Their individuality had turned itself
into nonentity. A ghost that haunted
them within the daytime of their dreams.
Spirits seeking to be bold again.
Once forgotten memories were rushing
through their souls. The centerpoint
had hardened in their need for all that gold.

And still, an end must follow each beginning.
The opposites that lived within their minds
had never really been transcended.
The glow of long sought knowingness
was fading in the heat of all their need.
Unsatisfied, they merely hit repeat.
The button stuck. The lightning struck.
The end began to happen anyway...

? Michaelette ?

6/8/2003
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