"It's Nigh"

What you once were,

what might have been,

in rapid tales

you fought within,

a casket and a basin

and a slow winding mill,

what happened now,

who let her go

who’s she have to kill/-

 

Her brutal tells,

your wicked face,

words scattered on a web

to tell what must be told

while never being said.

 

The rhythm just broke down again,

this road that has no lines

holds all you had to carry through

your wires and your vines/-

The hole is closing in its tides

your wonders all around

the whirlpool, sucking gently still,

is north-to-nowhere bound

Platon