s-t-r-e-t-c-h

pulling everything

out of shape

every fibre

unwound

still

undone

or done

straining at the order

at the order of all things

wondering the while

what be the breadth of boundless grace?

 

if an endless edge is reached

will one find grim savage sign

 

HERE THERE BE DRAGONS…

 

dragons once men who sought hope’s death

only to find it

now stand to greet the incoming

now stand to croak old dirge

welcome to land’s end