Tenuous Beginnings End
Never without,
we carry our
yellow pages turning,
flapping,
fraying,
while patience longs for
woven covers,
story drenched,
thread-bare vanishings
of Time's sweet vigil.
We fear
like rivers undone by the sea,
our tendrils of living
coalesce,
separate,
clash,
re-invent.
Hidden deceits rise like genies
through bottle-necked suppressions,
duplicity's mist layers hubris sans humility,
while vacuous ether rising
gives nothing to something.
Tenacious we
with acrobatic balance
our experience straddles the perfect woven
rainbow fabric stretched tautly
shrouding Dread's weeping droplets.
But regret we will
our childhood,
adolescence one,
adolescence two,
adolescence three,
clumsily leaping to
octogenarian futures.
Living
yet left frayed
with annoying decay,
split fingernails,
wispy strands atop the pate,
stubble holding yesterday's pureed remnants.
Next?
to where the shreds of
threadbare tenacity settle
or do they ever rest?
For might
tattered fringes remain alive forever
as our cherished love- philia
Our lived out Neikea of Empedocles?