About the end, nothing said says right.
Words weigh, bricks upon backs, bruise, but weight
Stays. Weary and wonderwhelmed, full-fledged in wait,
Flailing, failing, we fall graceless into night.
Weeks, weak, we try to keep days in sight,
sand sifting between a finger grate.
And fear, free-reign fears, negate
Our sleep, and fresh feed worries alas! daylight
A tree falls, thuds deadly deaf
ening hush, then nothing. But leaf
Remnants down. Which fall, fell I? Felled
By saws, diplomas, fluttered by Christ's breath
To dank floor flushed in leaves’ death,
Feeling fully we are selving; but undwelled.