Come the end, at the edge
of the desert of night,
we took in one last terminal breath--
one last reason to fight--
and saw all that we once were;
all that we once had.
And realised that life past
was all we ever wanted,
all that we wished for and more.
So there at the crossing
we fell to the starless floor
and hurt and burst and birthed
and rose again, aflame, once more.
Ex Tempore LXXXVIII
M.M. — 24-Sep-2014
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