Full Circle

The need to under-

stand has passed just like

watery ink on paper.

I am haunted

by specks of voiceless dust

hour after unmarked hour;

the open space 

between abstraction 

and the dead centre

of moments all gathering

towards this one.

It's the next breath.

But now, I must sleep.

Source:

The Best 100 Closing Lines from Books


Note: First published in the Write Like You're Alive anthology, Zoetic Press.