There was no beginning 
no ending. 
Beyond tomorrow 
you will be, what you were not. 
Words would disappear, 
only meaning will be left. 

The interval ceases to be 
from ’wasness’ to open pathway. 
When you are not ready 
I will be there to lift the veil. 

My total pain surges forward today. 
Quietly death opens the door 
to welcome the lost child, 
whose burden was his taste. 

Farewell to the visitors of night. 
The morning star is rising.

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